Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cæsar. Which some did dye to looke on: And all this
Cæsar. (It wounds thine Honor that I speake it now)
Cæsar. Was borne so like a Soldiour, that thy cheeke
Cæsar. So much as lank'd not.
Lep. Lep.
Lep. 'Tis pitty of him.
Cæs. Cæs.
Cæs. Let his shames quickely
Cæs. Driue him to Rome, 'tis time we twaine
Cæs. Did shew our selues i'th'Field, and to that end
Cæs. Assemble me immediate counsell, Pompey
Cæs. Thriues in our Idlenesse.
Lep. To morrow Cæsar,
Lep. I shall be furnisht to informe you rightly
Lep. Both what by Sea and Land I can be able
Lep. To front this present time.
Cæs. Til which encounter, it is my busines too. Farwell.