Second: Hold his feet, wipe the foam from his mouth.
Third: Horror! More than horror! Spectacle
Lamentable, detestable, terrible, pitiable! And we have
Two eyes to see this, stupidly ranged about him, like cattle that gather around a watering-place!
The Centurion: Calm yourself, O King!
The Standard Bearer: How the blood jets out of him!
How the mare shakes her mane in the breeze! What life
Like that of a tiger is taken in his bones! How he roars, how he
Writhes, smearing the altar with blood, till it trickles down in rills,
And all about him the earth drinks.