Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. Gorging and feeding from our Soldiers hands,
Cassi.
Cassi. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Cassi. Who to Philippi heere consorted vs:
Cassi. This Morning are they fled away, and gone,
Cassi. And in their steeds, do Rauens, Crowes, and Kites
Cassi. Fly ore our heads, and downward looke on vs
Cassi. As we were sickely prey; their shadowes seeme
Cassi. A Canopy most fatall, vnder which
Cassi. Our Army lies, ready to giue vp the Ghost.
Messa. Messa.
Messa. Beleeue not so.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. I but beleeue it partly,
Cassi. For I am fresh of spirit, and resolu'd
Cassi. To meete all perils, very constantly.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Euen so Lucillius.
Cassi. Now most Noble Brutus,