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Page 74
Look ; I draw a sword against conspirators ; When think you that the sword goes up again ?Never , till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds Be well aveng'd ; or till another Cæsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors . Bru .
Look ; I draw a sword against conspirators ; When think you that the sword goes up again ?Never , till Cæsar's three and twenty wounds Be well aveng'd ; or till another Cæsar Have added slaughter to the sword of traitors . Bru .
Page 78
Come now , keep thine oath : Now be a freeman ; and , with this good sword , 3 That ran through Cæsar's bowels , search this bosom . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And , when my face is cover'd , as ' tis now , Guide ...
Come now , keep thine oath : Now be a freeman ; and , with this good sword , 3 That ran through Cæsar's bowels , search this bosom . Stand not to answer : Here , take thou the hilts ; And , when my face is cover'd , as ' tis now , Guide ...
Page 177
Come then ; and , Eros , Thy master dies thy scholar ; to do thus [ Falling on his sword . I learn'd of thee . How ! not yet dead ? not dead ? The guard ho — 0 , despatch me . Enter Dercetas and Guard . 1 Guard . What's the noise ?
Come then ; and , Eros , Thy master dies thy scholar ; to do thus [ Falling on his sword . I learn'd of thee . How ! not yet dead ? not dead ? The guard ho — 0 , despatch me . Enter Dercetas and Guard . 1 Guard . What's the noise ?
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