Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sold. We must not: a Noble Prisoner.
Sold. Enter Antony.
2. Sold. 2. Sold.
2. Sold. Roome hoe: tell Antony, Brutus is tane.
1. Sold. 1. Sold.
1. Sold. Ile tell thee newes. Heere comes the Generall,
1. Sold. Brutus is tane, Brutus is tane my Lord.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Where is hee?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Safe Antony, Brutus is safe enough:
Luc. I dare assure thee, that no Enemy
Luc. Shall euer take aliue the Noble Brutus:
Luc. The Gods defend him from so great a shame,
Luc. When you do finde him, or aliue, or dead,
Luc. He will be found like Brutus, like himselfe.
Ant. This is not Brutus friend, but I assure you,
Ant. A prize no lesse in worth; keepe this man safe,
Ant. Giue him all kindnesse. I had rather haue