ABSTRACT
The night before my slaughter, I did dreame I caried was, and flewe the clouds above: And sometime hand in hand with Jove supreame I walkte mee thought, which might sus pit ions move. My wife Calphurnia, ClEsars only love, Did dreame shee sawe her crest of house to fall, 350 Her husband thrust through breast a sword withall, Eke that same night her chamber dores themselves flewe open
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