Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. The exhalations, whizzing in the ayre,
Brut. Giue so much light, that I may reade by them.
Brut. Opens the Letter, and reades.
Brut. Brutus thou sleep'st; awake, and see thy selfe:
Brut. Shall Rome, &c. speake, strike, redresse.
Brut. Brutus, thou sleep'st: awake.
Brut. Such instigations haue beene often dropt,
Brut. Where I haue tooke them vp:
Brut. Shall Rome, &c. Thus must I piece it out:
Brut. Shall Rome stand vnder one mans awe? What Rome?
Brut. My Ancestors did from the streetes of Rome
Brut. The Tarquin driue, when he was call'd a King.
Brut. Speake, strike, redresse. Am I entreated
Brut. To speake, and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise,
Brut. If the redresse will follow, thou receiuest
Brut. Thy full Petition at the hand of Brutus.
Brut. Enter Lucius.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Sir, March is wasted fifteene dayes.
Luc. Knocke within.