His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix'd in him,[138] that Nature might stand up
75And say to all the world, 'This was a man!'
Octavius. According to his virtue let us use him,
With all[139] respect and rites of burial.
Within my tent his bones to-night shall lie,
Most like a soldier,[140] ordered[141] honourably.
80So call the field to rest;[142] and let's away
To part[143] the glories of this happy day.