But be it so! Shadow, pass on!

[The phantom of Julius Cæsar disappears.

Arn.‍And can it

Be, that the man who shook the earth is gone,[db]

And left no footstep?

Stran.‍There you err. His substance

Left graves enough, and woes enough, and fame

More than enough to track his memory;

But for his shadow—'tis no more than yours,

Except a little longer and less crooked