Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude
Will easily disperse.
Cæs. O Devil! away with him;
Nor true to Friend nor Enemy? Cæsar scorns
To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs
So base a way; or owe the means of life
To such a leprous Traytor, I have towr'd
For Victory like a Faulcon in the Clouds,
Nor dig'd for't like a Mole; our Swords and Cause
Make way for us, and that it may appear