Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. Peace then, no words.
Clit. Clit.
Clit. Ile rather kill my selfe.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Hearke thee, Dardanius.
Dard. Dard.
Dard. Shall I doe such a deed?
Clit. O Dardanius.
Dard. O Clitus
Clit. What ill request did Brutus make to thee?
Dard. To kill him, Clitus: looke he meditates.
Clit. Now is that Noble Vessell full of griefe, That it runnes ouer euen at his eyes
Brut. Come hither, good Volumnius, list a word.
Volum. Volum.