Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd:
Treb. Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,
Treb. As it were Doomesday.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures:
Bru. That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time
Bru. And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon.
Cask. Cask.
Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,
Cask. Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit:
Bru. So are we Cæsars Friends, that haue abridg'd
Bru. His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope,
Bru. And let vs bathe our hands in Cæsars blood
Bru. Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:
Bru. Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,
Bru. And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads,
Bru. Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty.
Cassi. Cassi.