Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Octa. So I hope:
Octa. I was not borne to dye on Brutus Sword.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. O if thou wer't the Noblest of thy Straine,
Bru. Yong‑man, thou could'st not dye more honourable.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. A peeuish School‑boy, worthles of such Honor
Cassi. Ioyn'd with a Masker, and a Reueller.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Old Cassius still.
Octa. Octa.
Octa. Come Antony: away:
Octa. Defiance Traitors, hurle we in your teeth.
Octa. If you dare fight to day, come to the Field;
Octa. If not, when you haue stomackes.
Octa. Exit Octauius, Antony, and Army
Cassi. Why now blow winde, swell Billow,
Cassi. And swimme Barke:
Cassi. The Storme is vp, and all is on the hazard.