Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Messa. Messa.
Messa. Seeke him Titinius, whilst I go to meet
Messa. The Noble Brutus, thrusting this report
Messa. Into his eares; I may say thrusting it:
Messa. For piercing Steele, and Darts inuenomed,
Messa. Shall be as welcome to the eares of Brutus,
Messa. As tydings of this sight.
Tit. Tit.
Tit. Hye you Messala,
Tit. And I will seeke for Pindarus the while:
Tit. Why did'st thou send me forth braue Cassius?
Tit. Did I not meet thy Friends, and did not they
Tit. Put on my Browes this wreath of Victorie,
Tit. And bid me giue it thee? Did'st thou not heare their. (showts?
Tit. Alas, thou hast misconstrued euery thing.
Tit. But hold thee, take this Garland on thy Brow,
Tit. Thy Brutus bid me giue it thee, and I
Tit. Will do his bidding. Brutus, come apace,
Tit. And see how I regarded Caius Cassius:
Tit. By your leaue Gods: This is a Romans part,