Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. I did not. He was but a Foole
Cassi. That brought my answer back. Brutus hath riu'd my hart:
Cassi. A Friend should beare his Friends infirmities;
Cassi. But Brutus makes mine greater then they are.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. I do not, till you practice them on me.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. You loue me not.
Bru. I do not like your faults.
Cassi. A friendly eye could neuer see such faults.
Bru. A Flatterers would not, though they do appeare
Bru. As huge as high Olympus.
Cassi. Come Antony, and yong Octauius come,
Cassi. Reuenge your selues alone on Cassius,
Cassi. For Cassius is a‑weary of the World:
Cassi. Hated by one he loues, brau'd by his Brother,