Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. In the same Pulpit whereto I am going,
Bru. After my speech is ended.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Be it so:
Ant. I do desire no more.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Prepare the body then, and follow vs.
Bru. Exeunt.
Bru. Manet Antony.
Bru. O pardon me, thou bleeding peece of Earth:
Bru. That I am meeke and gentle with these Butchers.
Bru. Thou art the Ruines of the Noblest man
Bru. That euer liued in the Tide of Times.
Bru. Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.
Bru. Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie,
Bru. (Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,
Bru. To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)
Bru. A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men;
Bru. Domesticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill strife,
Bru. Shall cumber all the parts of Italy: