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SCEN. VII.
CASSIUS.Cass.
VVhat strange Infection rules within my brest,
And Riots in my blood? Not liquid fire,
By its first cause fomented, burns more fierce
In the Earths Center, than I flame within.
'Twere better, Cassius, to unsheath thy Sword,
And open all the fluces of thy life;
That, in a deluge to the other world,
Thy blood may still the Furies, and thy Soul
VVander an Exile in Elizium shades.
'Sdeath, how was it begotten? so impure,
I dare not give it name. You Fates unkind,
VVhy doom'd you love in so sinister way?
Now, my ill Dæmon whispers in my Soul
I must love on, and live. Ha! see, she coms!
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