Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Caska. clap'd their chopt hands, and threw vppe their sweatie
Caska. Night‑cappes, and vttered such a deale of stinking
Caska. breath, because Cæsar refus'd the Crowne, that it had
Caska. (almost) choaked Cæsar: for hee swoonded, and fell
Caska. downe at it: And for mine owne part, I durst not laugh,
Caska. fo re of opening my Lippes, and receyuing the bad
Caska. .
Caska. kk2
Caska. Cassi.
Caska. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. But soft I pray you: what, did Cæsar swound?
Cask. Cask.
Cask. He fell downe in the Market‑place, and foam'd
Cask. at mouth, and was speechlesse.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. 'Tis very like he hath the Falling sicknesse.
Cassi. No, Cæsar hath it not: but you, and I,
Cassi. And honest Caska, we haue the Falling sicknesse.