Thy monstrous misery.
A[c]hil. He begins to hearken:
Thy misery so great, men will not bury thee.
Sep. That this were true!
Pho. Why does this conquering Cæsar
Labour through the worlds deep Seas of toyls and troubles,
Dangers, and desperate hopes? to repent afterwards?
Why does he slaughter thousands in a Battel,
And whip his Country with the sword? to cry for't?
Thou killd'st great Pompey; he'l kill all his kindred,