“Liberty! freedom! Tyranny is dead!
Run hence, proclaim, cry it about the streets!”
The latter part of this seems an echo of
“E ’l popolo di Marte
Chiamiamo a libertade.”—P. 116.
“Cesare” contains no close parallel to Brutus’ exclamation:
“Stoop, Romans, stoop,
And let us bathe our hands in Caesar’s blood
Up to the elbows, and besmear our swords:”
But Pescetti indicates a similar savage desire: