Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. What sayes my Lord?
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Why this, Volumnius
Brut. The Ghost of CÆsar hath appear'd to me
Brut. Two seuerall times by Night: at Sardis, once;
Brut. And this last Night, here in Philippi fields:
Brut. I know my houre is come.
Volum. Volum.
Volum. Not so, my Lord.
Brut. Nay, I am sure it is, Volumnius.
Brut. Thou seest the World, Volumnius, how it goes,
Brut. Our Enemies haue beat vs to the Pit:
Brut. Low Alarums.
Brut. It is more worthy, to leape in our selues,
Brut. Then tarry till they push vs. Good Volumnius,
Brut. Thou know'st, that we two went to Schoole together:
Brut. Euen for that our loue of old, I prethee
Brut. Hold thou my Sword Hilts, whilest I runne on it.
Vol. Vol.