Centurion.Dogs! Listen while great Cæsar speaks.
Soldiers. Centurion.Dogs! Listen while great Cæsar speaks.To war!
Old Soldier.See, Cæsar, how these wounds burst out once more
With blood that clamours to be shed for thee!
Otho.For this great love my thanks, brave hearts. My tears
Do thank you. So my country’s bitter wounds
Burst out with blood once more for me. O there!
Too much already have those dreadful wounds
Bled gouts and gushes of black blood for me—
For nothing. What am I—no god, a man—