My wife Calphurnia, Cæsar’s only loue,
Did dreame shee sawe her crest of house to fall,
Her husband thrust through breast a sword withall,
Eke that same night her chamber dores themselues flewe open all.
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These thinges did make mee doubte that morning much,[870]
And I accrazed was and thought at home to stay,
But who is hee can voyde of destnyes such,[871]
Where so great number seekes hym to betray:[872]
The traytour Brutus[873] bad mee not delay,