Either there is a civil strife in heaven,
Or else the world, too saucy with the gods,
Incenses them to send destruction.[195][196]
Cicero. Why, saw you any thing more wonderful?[197]
15Casca. A common slave—you know[198] him well by sight—
Held up his left hand, which did flame and burn
Like twenty torches join'd, and yet his hand,
Not sensible of fire, remain'd unscorch'd.
Besides—I ha' not since put up my sword—