Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. How that might change his nature, there's the question?
Brut. It is the bright day, that brings forth the Adder,
Brut. And that craues warie walking: Crowne him that,
Brut. And then I graunt we put a Sting in him,
Brut. That at his will he may doe danger with.
Brut. Th'abuse of Greatnesse, is, when it dis‑ioynes
Brut. Remorse from Power: And to speake truth of Cæsar,
Brut. I haue not knowne, when his Affections sway'd
Brut. More then his Reason. But 'tis a common proofe,
Brut. That Lowlynesse is young Ambitions Ladder,
Brut. Whereto the Climber vpward turnes his Face:
Brut. But when he once attaines the vpmost Round,
Brut. He then vnto the Ladder turnes his Backe,
Brut. Lookes in the Clouds, scorning the base degrees
Brut. By which he did ascend: so Cæsar may;
Brut. Then least he may, preuent. And since the Quarrell
Brut. Will beare no colour, for the thing he is,
Brut. Fashion it thus; that what he is, augmented,
Brut. Would runne to these, and these extremities:
Brut. And therefore thinke him as a Serpents egge,