Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. Onely be patient, till we haue appeas'd
Bru. The Multitude, beside themselues with feare,
Bru. And then, we will deliuer you the cause,
Bru. Why I, that did loue Cæsar when I strooke him,
Bru. Haue thus proceeded.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I doubt not of your Wisedome:
Ant. Let each man render me his bloody hand.
Ant. First Marcus Brutus will I shake with you;
Ant. Next Caius Cassius do I take your hand;
Ant. Now Decius Brutus yours; now yours Metellus;
Ant. Yours Cinna; and my valiant Caska, yours;
Ant. Though last, not least in loue, yours good Trebonius.
Ant. Gentlemen all: Alas, what shall I say,
Ant. My credit now stands on such slippery ground,
Ant. That one of two bad wayes you must conceit me,
Ant. Either a Coward, or a Flatterer.
Ant. That I did loue thee Cæsar, O 'tis true:
Ant. If then thy Spirit looke vpon vs now,
Ant. Shall it not greeue thee deerer then thy death,