Oh!
Is it not sure and visible, this thing?
Unafraid shall I go forth, like a flaming tree! And like the sun I shall descend to drink.
See where I stand in your midst like a candelabrum.
—Bind up my hair, Cassius, and braid it like the tail of a horse.
(While Cassius binds up his hair.
The Brother of the King (advancing): O Tête-d'or, you have killed my brother!
And you have taken his crown, despoiling his daughter and me, and in the place of the ancient right you put a right that is new.
But you have placed the crown upon your head. And that it is to which I am attached, and I am as it were a witness of this new wedding.
My brother is no longer my brother and his daughter is my niece no more, and if occasion demands I will give you my aid against her and against your enemies.