Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cai. I heere discard my sicknesse. Soule of Rome,
Cai. Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines,
Cai. Thou like an Exorcist, hast coniur'd vp
Cai. My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne,
Cai. And I will striue with things impossible,
Cai. Yea get the better of them. What's to do?
Bru. Bru.
Bru. A peece of worke,
Bru. That will make sicke men whole.
Cai. Cai.
Cai. But are not some whole, that we must make sicke?
Bru. That must we also. What it is my Caius,
Bru. I shall vnfold to thee, as we are going,
Bru. To whom it must be done.
Cai. Set on your foote,
Cai. And with a heart new‑fir'd, I follow you,
Cai. To do I know not what: but it sufficeth
Cai. That Brutus leads me on.