Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. I vrg'd you further, then you scratch'd your head,
Por. And too impatiently stampt with your foote:
Por. Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,
Por. But with an angry wafter of your hand
Por. Gaue signe for me to leaue you: So I did,
Por. Fearing to strengthen that impatience
Por. Which seem'd too much inkindled; and withall,
Por. Hoping it was but an effect of Humor,
Por. Which sometime hath his houre with euery man.
Por. It will not let you eate, nor talke, nor sleepe;
Por. And could it worke so much vpon your shape,
Por. As it hath much preuayl'd on your Condltion Condition ,
Por. I should not know you Brutus. Deare my Lord,
Por. Make me acquainted with your cause of greefe.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. I am not well in health, and that is all.
Por. Por.
Por. Brutus is wise, and were he not in health,
Por. He would embrace the meanes to come by it.