Can doom to death. Base Brutus raised his hand
To slay that prince from whom he had his all;
And he, who never 'mid the shock of arms
Had been o'ercome, the world's great conqueror,500
Who trod, a very Jove, the lofty paths
Of honor, he was slain by impious hands—
Of citizens! What streams of blood hath Rome,
So often rent by civil strife, beheld!
That very saint of thine, Augustus' self,505
Who, as thou said'st but now, did merit heaven