Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pom. Your Hostages I haue, so haue you mine:
Pom. And we shall talke before we fight.
Cæsar. Cæsar.
Cæsar. Most meete that first we come to words,
Cæsar. And therefore haue we
Cæsar. Our written purposes before vs sent,
Cæsar. Which if thou hast considered, let vs know,
Cæsar. If 'twill tye vp thy discontented Sword,
Cæsar. And carry backe to Cicelie much tall youth,
Cæsar. That else must perish heere.
Pom. Pom.
Pom. To you all three,
Pom. The Senators alone of this great world,
Pom. Chiefe Factors for the Gods. I do not know,
Pom. Wherefore my Father should reuengers want,
Pom. Hauing a Sonne and Friends, since Iulius Cæsar,
Pom. Who at Phillippi the good Brutus ghosted,
Pom. There saw you labouring for him. What was't
Pom. That mou'd pale Cassius to conspire? And what
Pom. Made all‑honor'd, honest, Romaine Brutus,