And violated love.
Cas. Thy worst, old dotard.
I wish to die; but if my mind should change,
So well I know my power, that thou art lost.
Sosib. The king's arrival shall decide our fate.—
Mean time, to show how much I honour virtue,
Take up that hero's body, bear it high,
Like the procession of a deity:
Let his armed figure on his tomb be set,
And we, like slaves, lie grovelling at his feet,