As ills they now repine at. When I say
There shall be justice, see, even at my word
Injustice is no more.
PARIS.
The house of Rufus,
Standing on justice there, will mar thy palace.
Ner. Fool. Why, I say to Rufus—I am Cæsar,
And need thy house.—Says he—It cost my sire
Ten million sesterces.—A trifle that,
Say I, and give him twenty: and down it goes.