Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Por. Por.
Por. Why know'st thou any harme's intended to
Por. wards
Sooth. Sooth.
Sooth. None that I know will be,
Sooth. Much that I feare may chance:
Sooth. Good morrow to you: heere the street is narrow:
Sooth. The throng followes Cæsar at the heeles,
Sooth. Of Senators, of Prætors, common Sutors,
Sooth. Will crowd a feeble man (almost) to death:
Sooth. Ile get me to a place more vod, and there
Sooth. Speake to great Cæsar as he comes along.
Sooth. Exit
Por. I mt; go :
Por. Aye me! How weake a thing
Por. The heart of woman is? O B ,
Por. The Heauens speede thee enterprize.
Por. Sure the Boy heard me: hath a suite
Por. That Cæsar will not grant. O, I grow faint: