Have honour’d him—but now—
Lelio. Nay, sir, but—
Aur. Nay,
Not I, but Cæsar, Lelio. Come away.
[Exeunt. Then Justina is brought in by soldiers, and left alone.
Just. All gone—all silence—and the sudden stroke,
Whose only mercy I besought, delay’d
To make my pang the fiercer.—What is here?—
Dead?—By the doom perhaps I am to die,
And laid across the threshold of the road