Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. And fawn'd like Hounds,
Ant. And bow'd like Bondmen, kissing Cæsars feete;
Ant. Whil'st damned Caska, like a Curre, behinde
Ant. Strooke Cæsar on the necke. O you Flatterers.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Flatterers? Now Brutus thanke your selfe,
Cassi. This tongue had not offended so to day.
Cassi. If Cassius might haue rul'd.
Octa. Octa.
Octa. Come, come, the cause. If arguing make vs swet,
Octa. The proofe of it will turne to redder drops:
Octa. Looke, I draw a Sword against Conspirators,
Octa. When thinke you that the Sword goes vp againe?
Octa. Neuer till Cæsars three and thirtie wounds
Octa. Be well aueng'd; or till another Cæsar
Octa. Haue added slaughter to the Sword of Traitors.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Cæsar, thou canst not dye by Traitors hands.
Brut. Vnlesse thou bring'st them with thee.