Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Such men my Friends, then Enemies. Go on,
Ant. And see where Brutus be aliue or dead,
Ant. And bring vs word, vnto Octauius Tent:
Ant. How euery thing is chanc'd.
Ant. Exeunt.
Ant. [Act 5, Scene 5]
Ant. Enter Brutus, Dardanius, Clitus, Strato
Ant. and Volumnius.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Come poore remaines of friends, rest on this
Brut. Rocke.
Clit. Clit.
Clit. Statillius shew'd the Torch‑light, but my Lord
Clit. He came not backe: he is or tane, or slaine.
Brut. Sit thee downe, Clitus: slaying is the word,
Brut. It is a deed in fashion. Hearke thee, Clitus.
Clit. What I, my Lord? No, not for all the World.