Cæsar will never get a word from her.
Ner. Thou hast not killed her, fool?
Tig.Nay, Cæsar: but no corpse
Keeps better silence.
Ner.Where’s thy art, man? Use
Rack, redhot pincers, the slow fire . . .
Tig. Not all together make her give a sound.
Ner. Persist.
Tig.They do; but ’tis beyond our power
To match the first pangs; and they moved her not.