Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bru. That euer liued in the Tide of Times.
Bru. Woe to the hand that shed this costly Blood.
Bru. Ouer thy wounds, now do I Prophesie,
Bru. (Which like dumbe mouthes do ope their Ruby lips,
Bru. To begge the voyce and vtterance of my Tongue)
Bru. A Curse shall light vpon the limbes of men;
Bru. Domesticke Fury, and fierce Ciuill strife,
Bru. Shall cumber all the parts of Italy:
Bru. Blood and destruction shall be so in vse,
Bru. And dreadfull Obiects so familiar,
Bru. That Mothers shall but smile, when they behold
Bru. Their Infants quartered with the hands of Warre:
Bru. All pitty choak'd with custome of fell deeds,
Bru. And Cæsars Spirit ranging for Reuenge,
Bru. With Ate by his side, come hot from Hell,
Bru. Shall in these Confines, with a Monarkes voyce,
Bru. Cry hauocke, and let slip the Dogges of Warre,
Bru. That this foule deede, shall smell aboue the earth
Bru. With Carrion men, groaning for Buriall.
Bru. Enter Octauio's Seruant.