I have done this thing.
Thou hast not done it: thy deed is none of thine:
Upon my hand, upon my head, the blood
Rests.
CÆSAR
Wilt thou sleep the worse for this next year?
ALEXANDER
I will not live a seven days’ space beyond
This.
CÆSAR
Thou hast lived thy seven days’ space in hell,
Father: they say thou hast fasted even from sleep.
ALEXANDER
Ay.
CÆSAR