Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Calp. Which drizel'd blood vpon the Capitoll:
Calp. The noise of Battell hurtled in the Ayre:
Calp. Horsses do neigh, and dying men did grone,
Calp. And Ghosts did shrieke and squeale about the streets.
Calp. O Cæsar, these things are beyond all vse,
Calp. And I do feare them.
Cæs. Cæs.
Cæs. What can be auoyded
Cæs. Whose end is purpos'd by the mighty Gods?
Cæs. Yet Cæsar shall go forth: for these Predictions
Cæs. Are to the world in generall, as to Cæsar.
Calp. Calp.
Calp. When Beggers dye, there are no Comets seen,
Calp. The Heauens themselues blaze forth the death of Princes
Caes. Caes.
Caes. Cowards dye many times before their deaths,
Caes. The valiant neuer taste of death but once:
Caes. Of all the Wonders that I yet haue heard,
Caes. It seemes to me most strange that men should feare,
Caes. Seeing that death, a necessary end