Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Brut. Doe you know them?
Luc. Luc.
Luc. No, Sir, their Hats are pluckt about their Eares,
Luc. And halfe their Faces buried in their Cloakes,
Luc. That by no meanes I may discouer them,
Luc. By any marke of fauour.
Brut. Brut.
Brut. Let 'em enter:
Brut. They are the Faction. O Conspiracie,
Brut. Sham'st thou to shew thy dang'rous Brow by Night,
Brut. When euills are most free? O then, by day
Brut. Where wilt thou finde a Cauerne darke enough,
Brut. To maske thy monstrous Visage? Seek none Conspiracie,
Brut. Hide it in Smiles, and Affabilitie:
Brut. For if thou path thy natiue semblance on,
Brut. Not Erebus it selfe were dimme enough,
Brut. To hide thee from preuention.
Brut. Enter the Conspirators, Cassius, Caska, Decius,
Brut. Cinna, Metellus, and Trebonius.
Cass. Cass.