Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. So are we Cæsars Friends, that haue abridg'd
Bru. His time of fearing death. Stoope Romans, stoope,
Bru. And let vs bathe our hands in Cæsars blood
Bru. Vp to the Elbowes, and besmeare our Swords:
Bru. Then walke we forth, euen to the Market place,
Bru. And wauing our red Weapons o're our heads,
Bru. Let's all cry Peace, Freedome, and Liberty.
Cassi. Cassi.
Cassi. Stoop then, and wash. How many Ages hence
Cassi. Shall this our lofty Scene be acted ouer,
Cassi. In State vnborne, and Accents yet vnknowne?
Bru. Bru.
Bru. How many times shall Cæsar bleed in sport,
Bru. That now on Pompeyes Basis lye along,
Bru. No worthier then the dust?
Cassi. So oft as that shall be,
Cassi. So often shall the knot of vs be call'd,
Cassi. The Men that gaue their Country liberty.
Dec. Dec.