Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. That they passe by me, as the idle winde,
Bru. Which I respect not. I did send to you
Bru. For certaine summes of Gold, which you deny'd me,
Bru. For I can raise no money by vile meanes:
Bru. By Heauen, I had rather Coine my Heart,
Bru. And drop my blood for Drachmaes, then to wring
Bru. From the hard hands of Peazants, their vile trash
Bru. By any indirection. I did send
Bru. To you for Gold to pay my Legions,
Bru. Which you deny'd me: was that done like Cassius?
Bru. Should I haue answer'd Caius Cassius so?
Bru. When Marcus Brutus growes so Couetous,
Bru. To locke such Rascall Counters from his Friends,
Bru. Be ready Gods with all your Thunder‑bolts,
Bru. Dash him to peeces.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. I deny'd you not.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. You did.