Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Our hearts you see not, they are pittifull:
Bru. And pitty to the generall wrong of Rome,
Bru. As fire driues out fire, so pitty, pitty
Bru. Hath done this deed on Cæsar. For your part,
Bru. To you, our Swords haue leaden points Marke Antony:
Bru. Our Armes in strength of malice, and our Hearts
Bru. Of Brothers temper, do receiue you in,
Bru. With all kinde loue, good thoughts, and reuerence.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Your voyce shall be as strong as any mans,
Cassi. In the disposing of new Dignities.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd
Bru. The Multitude, beside themselues with feare,
Bru. And then, we will deliuer you the cause,
Bru. Why I, that did loue Cæsar when I strooke him,
Bru. Haue thus proceeded.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome:
Ant. Let each man render me his bloody hand.