Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Ant. And in this mood will giue vs any thing.
Ser. Ser.
Ser. I heard him say, Brutus and Cassius
Ser. Are rid like Madmen through the Gates of Rome.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Belike they had some notice of the people
Ant. How I had moued them. Bring me to Octauius.
Ant. Exeunt.
Ant. [Act 3, Scene 3]
Ant. Enter Cinna the Poet, and after him the Plebeians.
Cinna. Cinna.
Cinna. I dreamt to night, that I did feast with Cæsar,
Cinna. And things vnluckily charge my Fantasie:
Cinna. I haue no will to wander foorth of doores,
Cinna. Yet something leads me foorth.
1. 1.
1. What is your name?
2. 2.
2. Whether are you going?
3. 3.