O he sits high in all the people's hearts:
And that which would appear offence in us,
His countenance, like richest alchemy,
Will change to virtue and to worthiness.
By Casca, in Julius Caesar (TLN605-608), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

-- yr hats pluckt down about yr Ears, & half their
Faces Buried in yr Cloaks
By Lucius, in Julius Caesar (TLN697-698), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

What watchf. cares do interpose themselves Betw. y or Eys & Night?
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN728-729), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

--yon gray lines, yt fret ye Clouds are Messengers of Day
By Cinna, in Julius Caesar (TLN734-735), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 95

Let ō pr Looks put on yor purposes.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN863), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Look free, & merry.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN862), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

it was but an Effect of Humor, wch sometimes
hath his Hour in evy man.
By Portia, in Julius Caesar (TLN891-892), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Fortune is merry; & in this Mood will give us any thḡ
By Antony, in Julius Caesar (TLN1807-1808), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Anth. of Lepidus
/ Tho we lay Hons on this Man to
Ease oss, He shall but bear ȳ, as ye Ass bears Gold, To
groan, & sweat unð ye Busines, Or led, or driven, as
we print ye Way. Wn he hath brought or Treasure
where we will, Then take we down his Load, & turn
him off, Like to the empty Ass, to shake his Ears &
graze in Coons. /
By Antony, in Julius Caesar (TLN1875-1880), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Shall I be frighted wn a Mad man stares?
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2013), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Fret
till y or proud Hecat break.
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN2015), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

yor have an itching palm: y or sell, & mart y or
offices for gold To undeservers.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN1979-1981), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

There is no terror in y or threats; For I am armd
so strong in honesty, that they pass by me, as ye idle
Wind, wch I regard not.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2043-2046), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

The drop of Night is cropt upō or talk; And
Nature must obey Necessity.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2226-2227), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

His words rob Hybla's bees, & leave ȳ Honey-less
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN2366-2367), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

That noble Vessel is so full of Grief, That it runs
ov even at his Eyes.
By Clitus, in Julius Caesar (TLN2655-2656), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

Constant, as th'North star, of who's quality
There is no fellow in ye Firmament. The skies are pain =ted wth unnumberd spks,
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN1268-1271), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

yet there's but one of
All, yt holds his place.
By Cassius, in Julius Caesar (TLN1273), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 96

The White, & Damask Warr in yr gawdy cheeks.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN1135-1136), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97

In human Actiō, & Capacity of
no more soul, or fittness for ye World, than Camels
in ye War, who have provand, only for bearḡ
Burthens, & sore Blows for sinking under ȳ.
By Brutus, in Julius Caesar (TLN1176-1180), William Shakespeare
in Bodleian Library MS Sancroft 29, p. 97