Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. Enter Brutus in his Orchard.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. What Lucius, hoe?
Brut. I cannot, by the progresse of the Starres,
Brut. Giue guesse how neere to day——Lucius, I say?
Brut. I would it were my fault to sleepe so soundly.
Brut. When Lucius, when? awake, I say: what Lucius?
Brut. Enter Lucius.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Call'd you, my Lord?
Brut. Get me a Tapor in my Study, Lucius:
Brut. When it is lighted, come and call me here.
Luc. I will, my Lord.
Luc. Exit.
Brut. It must be by his death: and for my part,
Brut. I know no personall cause, to spurne at him,
Brut. But for the generall. He would be crown'd: