I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
And graves have yawn'd, and yielded up their dead;
Fierce fiery warriors fight upon the clouds,
In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol;
The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
Horses did neigh and dying men did groan,
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
O Caesar! These things are beyond all use,
And I do fear them.”
“If Caesar hide himself, shall they not whisper
“Lo, Caesar is afraid?”