Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ser. O Cæsar!
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Thy heart is bigge: get thee a‑part and weepe:
Ant. Passion I see is catching from mine eyes,
Ant. Seeing those Beads of sorrow stand in thine,
Ant. Began to water. Is thy Master comming?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. He lies to night within seuen Leagues of Rome.
Ant. Post backe with speede,
Ant. And tell him what hath chanc'd:
Ant. Heere is a mourning Rome, a dangerous Rome,
Ant. No Rome of safety for Octauius yet,
Ant. Hie hence, and tell him so. Yet stay a‑while,
Ant. Thou
Ant. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Ant. Thou shalt not backe, till I haue borne this course
Ant. Into the Market place: There shall I try
Ant. In my Oration, how the People take
Ant. The cruell issue of these bloody men,