Reading The Tragedy of Iulius Caesar — William Shakespeare

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Nor for yours neither. Y'haue vngently Brutus

Stole from my bed: and yesternight at Supper

You sodainly arose, and walk'd about,

Musing, and sighing, with your armes a‑crosse

And when I ask'd you what the matter was,

You star'd vpon me, with vngentle lookes.

I vrg'd you further, then you scratch'd your head,

And too impatiently stampt with your foote:

Yet I insisted, yet you answer'd not,

But with an angry wafter of your hand

Gaue signe for me to leaue you: So I did,

Fearing to strengthen that impatience

Which seem'd too much inkindled; and withall,

Hoping it was but an effect of Humor,

Which sometime hath his houre with euery man.

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