Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Bru.
Bru. No Cassius, no:
Bru. Thinke not thou Noble Romane,
Bru. That euer Brutus will go bound to Rome,
Bru. He beares too great a minde. But this same day
Bru. Must end that worke, the Ides of March begun.
Bru. And whether we shall meete againe, I know not:
Bru. Therefore our euerlasting farewell take:
Bru. For euer, and for euer, farewell Cassius,
Bru. If we do meete againe, why we shall smile;
Bru. If not, why then this parting was well made.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. For euer, and for euer, farewell Brutus:
Cassi. If we do meete againe, wee'l smile indeede;
Cassi. If not, 'tis true, this parting was well made.
Bru. Why then leade on. O that a man might know
Bru. The end of this dayes businesse, ere it come:
Bru. But it sufficeth, that the day will end,
Bru. And then the end is knowne. Come ho, away.