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she be free for ever, " Tho’at the expence of all our dearest blood ! " That precious blood is here indeed let out, But where's the liberty we purchase by it? Slaves as we are to murderers and villains.
i Citizen. We'll burn his body in the holy place, And with the brands fire all the villains houses.
2 Citizen. Take up the body.
Go, set fire; pull down
The very senate-bouse where Caesar dy'd.
ANTONY. So, let it work: mischief, thou art afoot, Take now what course thou wilt! destruction, ruin, The baneful issue of fo black a deed!
Ambition, when unbounded, brings a curse;
Τ Η Ε
TRA G E DY
TWO LAST CHORUS'S.
WRITTEN BY HIS GRACE
JOHN DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
OUR scene is Athens. And great Athens nam’d,
What soul fo dull as not to be inflam'd?
Amidst all these, ye shall behold a man