Cæ. But what is he, that breathles comes so fast,
Approaching vs, and going in such hast?
Ag. He semes affraid: and vnder his arme I
(But much I erre) a bloudie sworde espie.
Cæs. I long to vnderstand what it may be.
Ag. He hither comes: it’s best we stay and see.
Dirce. What good God now my voice will reenforce,
That tell I may to rocks, and hilles, and woods,
To waues of sea, which dash vpon the shore,
To earth, to heau’n, the woefull newes I bring?