Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Nay presse not so vpon me, stand farre off.
All. All.
All. Stand backe: roome, beare backe.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. If you haue teares, prepare to shed them now.
Ant. You all do know this Mantle, I remember
Ant. The first time euer Cæsar put it on,
Ant. 'Twas on a Summers Euening in his Tent,
Ant. That day he ouercame the Neruij.
Ant. Looke, in this place ran Cassius Dagger through:
Ant. See what a rent the enuious Caska made:
Ant. Through this, the wel‑beloued Brutus stabb'd,
Ant. And as he pluck'd his cursed Steele away:
Ant. Marke how the blood of Cæsar followed it,
Ant. As rushing out of doores, to be resolu'd
Ant. If Brutus so vnkindely knock'd, or no:
Ant. For Brutus, as you know, was Cæsars Angel.
Ant. Iudge, O you Gods, how deerely Cæsar lou'd him:
Ant. This was the most vnkindest cut of all.
Ant. For when the Noble Cæsar saw him stab,