Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Messa. Is not that hee?
Titin. Titin.
Titin. No, this was he Messala,
Titin. But Cassius is no more. O setting Sunne:
Titin. As in thy red Rayes thou doest sinke to night;
Titin. So
Titin. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Titin. So in his red blood Cassius day is set.
Titin. The Sunne of Rome is set. Our day is gone,
Titin. Clowds, Dewes, and Dangers come; our deeds are done:
Titin. Mistrust of my successe hath done this deed.
Messa. Messa.
Messa. Mistrust of good successe hath done this deed.
Messa. O hatefull Error, Melancholies Childe:
Messa. Why do'st thou shew to the apt thoughts of men
Messa. The things that are not? O Error soone conceyu'd,
Messa. Thou neuer com'st vnto a happy byrth,
Messa. But kil'st the Mother that engendred thee.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. What Pindarus? Where art thou Pindarus?