For when the noble Cæsar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
185Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue,[145]
Which all the while ran blood, great Cæsar fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
190Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel