Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Scicin. Shall darken him for euer.
Scicin. Enter a Messenger.
Brutus. Brutus.
Brutus. What's the matter?
Mess. Mess.
Mess. You are sent for to the Capitoll:
Mess. 'Tis thought, that Martius shall be Consull:
Mess. I haue seene the dumbe men throng to see him,
Mess. And the blind to heare him speak: Matrons flong Gloues,
Mess. Ladies and Maids their Scarffes, and Handkerchers,
Mess. Vpon him as he pass'd: the Nobles bended
Mess. As to Ioues Statue, and the Commons made
Mess. A Shower, and Thunder, with their Caps, and Showts:
Mess. I neuer saw the like.
Brutus. Let's to the Capitoll,
Brutus. And carry with vs Eares and Eyes for th'time,
Brutus. But Hearts for the euent.
Scicin. Scicin.
Scicin. Haue with you.