Another way. He may be slain or safe,
I know not; for myself, my legious chafe
And mutiny, I die here. But as I look
So close to death, I see that what I strove
To do will yet be done and Rome shall rule
Forever o’er the bloody road I clove.
I break ... but she will find another tool.
Ere the first sword was sharpened and the first trumpet blown
Rome looked upon the new-made lands and marked them for her own!
Ere the first ship was timbered and the first rudder hung