The firstfruits of thy fatherhood
Were something less than Satan. Man of God,
Vaunt not thyself.
ALEXANDER
I would I had died in the womb.
CÆSAR
Thou shalt do better, dying in Peter’s chair:
Thou shalt die famous.
ALEXANDER
Ay: no screen from that,
No shelter, no forgetfulness on earth.
We shall be famed for ever. Hell and night,
Cover me!
CÆSAR
Hast thou heard that prayers are heard?
Or hast thou known earth, for a man’s cry’s sake,
Cleave, and devour him?
ALEXANDER