And Cæsar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate[95] by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war;[96]
275That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Enter a Servant[97]
You serve Octavius Cæsar, do you not?
Servant. I do, Mark Antony.