Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Brutus. We must suggest the People, in what hatred
Brutus. He still hath held them: that to's power he would
Brutus. Haue made them Mules, silenc'd their Pleaders,
Brutus. And dispropertied their Freedomes; holding them,
Brutus. In humane Action, and Capacitie,
Brutus. Of no more Soule, nor fitnesse for the World,
Brutus. Then Cammels in their Warre, who haue their Prouand
Brutus. Onely for bearing Burthens, and sore blowes
Brutus. For sinking vnder them.
Scicin. Scicin.
Scicin. This (as you say) suggested,
Scicin. At some time, when his soaring Insolence
Scicin. Shall teach the People, which time shall not want,
Scicin. If he be put vpon't, and that's as easie,
Scicin. As to set Dogges on Sheepe, will be his fire
Scicin. To kindle their dry Stubble: and their Blaze
Scicin. Shall darken him for euer.
Scicin. Enter a Messenger.
Brutus. Brutus.
Brutus. What's the matter?