And all her maidens call. Laughing they call
Amid the morning dew: but not the more
For me than for Vitellius. Let him reign!
I will contend with him in battle no more;
I will contend with him in nobleness.
So let him then give Rome a Cæsar. I
Will give her peace.
Soldiers. Will give her peace.Cæsar, Otho, Cæsar!
Young Soldier.Make way there, comrades; I’ve a word to move him. (He stabs himself.)
See, Cæsar, what we dare for thee. If thus