They vanish tongue-tied in their guiltiness.
65Go you down that way towards the Capitol;
This way will I: disrobe the images,[46]
If you do find them deck'd with ceremonies.[47]
Marullus. May we do so?
You know it is the feast of Lupercal.[48]
70Flavius. It is no matter; let no images
Be hung with Cæsar's trophies.[49] I'll about,
And drive away the vulgar[50] from the streets: