For nothing we die—how shall we die for thee? (He dies.)
(Otho covers his face. Silence.)
Otho.But ere I give it I must win that peace.
Ah, thou hast taught me how to win it, friend.
Give me his sword that I may kiss his blood.
O Italy, O Rome, if thus for me
Thy children die, how should I die for thee?
(He stabs himself. The soldiers rage round him.)
Soldier.O noble Cæsar!
Centurion. Soldier.O noble Cæsar!Back! let him have more air.