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Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.Vouchsafe good morrow from a feeble tongue.JC II.i.313
I am not sicke, if Brutus haue in handI am not sick if Brutus have in handJC II.i.316
Any exploit worthy the name of Honor.Any exploit worthy the name of honour.JC II.i.317
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
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 vpThou, like an exorcist, hast conjured upJC 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
But are not some whole, that we must make sicke?But are not some whole that we must make sick?JC II.i.328
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 sufficethTo do I know not what; but it sufficethJC II.i.333
That Brutus leads me on. That Brutus leads me on.JC II.i.334.1
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