Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Caes. Will come, when it will come.
Caes. Enter a Seruant.
Caes. What say the Augurers?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. They would not haue you to stirre forth to day.
Ser. Plucking the intrailes of an Offering forth,
Ser. They could not finde a heart within the beast.
Cæs. Cæs.
Cæs. The Gods do this in shame of Cowardice:
Cæs. Cæsar should be a Beast without a heart
Cæs. If he should stay at home to day for feare:
Cæs. No Cæsar shall not; Danger knowes full well
Cæs. That Cæsar is more dangerous then he.
Cæs. We heare two Lyons litter'd in one day,
Cæs. And I the elder and more terrible,
Cæs. And Cæsar shall go foorth.
Calp. Calp.
Calp. Alas my Lord,
Calp. Your wisedome is consum'd in confidence:
Calp. Do not go forth to day: Call it my feare,