Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. To sports, to wildenesse, and much company.
Treb. Treb.
Treb. There is no feare in him; let him not dye,
Treb. For he will liue, and laugh at this heereafter.
Treb. Clocke strikes.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Peace, count the Clocke.
Cas. Cas.
Cas. The Clocke hath stricken three.
Treb. 'Tis time to part.
Cass. Cass.
Cass. But it is doubtfull yet,
Cass. Whether Cæsar will come forth to day, or no:
Cass. For he is Superstitious growne of late,
Cass. Quite from the maine Opinion he held once,
Cass. Of Fantasie, of Dreames, and Ceremonies:
Cass. It may be, these apparant Prodigies,
Cass. The vnaccustom'd Terror of this night,
Cass. And the perswasion of his Augurers,