Emp. Hold me, hold me, hold me,
Hold me; or I shall burst else.
Are. See me Cæsar,
And see to what thou must come for thy murder;
Millions of womens labours, all diseases.
Emp. Oh my afflicted soul too.
Are. Womens fears, horrors,
Despairs, and all the Plagues the hot Sun breeds.—
Emp. Æcius, O Aecius: O Lucina.
Are. Are but my torments shadows?
Emp. Hide me mountains;
The gods have found my sins:
Now break.
Are. Not yet Sir;
Thou hast a pull beyond all these.
Emp. Oh Hell,
Oh villain, cursed villain.
Are. O brave villain,
My poyson dances in me at this deed:
Now Cæsar, now behold me, this is torment,
And this is thine before thou diest, I am wildfire:
The brazen Bull of Phalaris was feign'd,
The miseries of souls despising Heaven
But Emblems of my torments.