Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. First Marcus Brutus will I shake with you;
Ant. Next Caius Cassius do I take your hand;
Ant. Now Decius Brutus yours; now yours Metellus;
Ant. Yours Cinna; and my valiant Caska, yours;
Ant. Though last, not least in loue, yours good Trebonius.
Ant. Gentlemen all: Alas, what shall I say,
Ant. My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
Ant. That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me,
Ant. Either a Coward, or a Flatterer.
Ant. That I did loue thee Cæsar, O 'tis true:
Ant. If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,
Ant. Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death,
Ant. To see thy Antony making his peace,
Ant. Shaking the bloody fingers of thy Foes?
Ant. Most Noble, in the presence of thy Coarse,
Ant. Had I as many eyes, as thou hast wounds,
Ant. Weeping as fast as they streame forth thy blood,
Ant. It would become me better, then to close
Ant. In tearmes of Friendship with thine enemies.
Ant. Pardon me Iulius, heere was't thou bay'd braue Hart,