And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
20In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
The noise of battle hurtled[145][146] in the air,
Horses did neigh,[147] and dying men did groan;
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
25O Cæsar, these things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them!