| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. | Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue. | JC II.i.313 |
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| I am not sicke, if Brutus haue in hand | I am not sick if Brutus have in hand | JC II.i.316 |
| Any exploit worthy the name of Honor. | Any exploit worthy the name of honour. | JC II.i.317 |
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| By all the Gods that Romans bow before, | By all the gods that Romans bow before, | JC II.i.320 |
| I heere discard my sicknesse. | I here discard my sickness. | JC II.i.321.1 |
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| Soule of Rome, | Soul of Rome! | JC II.i.321.2 |
| Braue Sonne, deriu'd from Honourable Loines, | Brave son, derived from honourable loins! | JC II.i.322 |
| Thou like an Exorcist, hast coniur'd vp | Thou, like an exorcist, hast conjured up | JC II.i.323 |
| My mortified Spirit. Now bid me runne, | My mortified spirit. Now bid me run, | JC II.i.324 |
| And I will striue with things impossible, | And I will strive with things impossible, | JC II.i.325 |
| Yea get the better of them. What's to do? | Yea, get the better of them. What's to do? | JC II.i.326 |
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| But are not some whole, that we must make sicke? | But are not some whole that we must make sick? | JC II.i.328 |
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| Set on your foote, | Set on your foot, | JC II.i.331.2 |
| And with a heart new-fir'd, I follow you, | And with a heart new-fired I follow you, | JC II.i.332 |
| To do I know not what: but it sufficeth | To do I know not what; but it sufficeth | JC II.i.333 |
| That Brutus leads me on. | That Brutus leads me on. | JC II.i.334.1 |