Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cæs. With that which melteth Fooles, I meane sweet words,
Cæs. Low‑crooked‑curtsies, and base Spaniell fawning:
Cæs. Thy Brother by decree is banished:
Cæs. If thou doest bend, and pray, and fawne for him,
Cæs. I spurne thee like a Curre out of my way:
Cæs. Know, Cæsar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Cæs. Will he be satisfied.
Metel. Metel.
Metel. Is there no voyce more worthy then my owne,
Metel. To
Metel. The Tragedie of Iulius Cæsar.
Metel. To sound more sweetly in great Cæsars eare,
Metel. For the repealing of my banish'd Brother?
Bru. Bru.
Bru. I kisse thy hand, but not in flattery Cæsar:
Bru. Desiring thee, that Publius Cymber may
Bru. Haue an immediate freedome of repeale.
Cæs. Cæs.
Cæs. What Brutus?
Cassi. Cassi.