Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cassi. Rushing on vs, should do your Age some mischief.
Bru. Bru.
Bru. Do so, and let no man abide this deede,
Bru. But we the Doers.
Bru. Enter Trebonius.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Where is Antony?
Treb. Treb.
Treb. Fled to his House amaz'd:
Treb. Men, Wiues, and Children, stare, cry out, and run,
Treb. As it were Doomesday.
Bru. Fates, we will know your pleasures:
Bru. That we shall dye we know, 'tis but the time
Bru. And drawing dayes out, that men stand vpon.
Cask. Cask.
Cask. Why he that cuts off twenty yeares of life,
Cask. Cuts off so many yeares of fearing death.
Bru. Grant that, and then is Death a Benefit: