Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brut. Brut.
Brut. They are all welcome.
Brut. What watchfull Cares doe interpose themselues
Brut. Betwixt your Eyes, and Night?
Cass. Cass.
Cass. Shall I entreat a word?
Cass. They whisper.
Decius. Decius.
Decius. Here lyes the East: doth not the Day breake
Decius. heere?
Cask. Cask.
Cask. No.
Cin. Cin.
Cin. O pardon, Sir, it doth; and yon grey Lines,
Cin. That fret the Clouds, are Messengers of Day.
Cask. You shall confesse, that you are both deceiu'd:
Cask. Heere, as I point my Sword, the Sunne arises,
Cask. Which is a great way growing on the South,
Cask. Weigh—