L i b e r i F a t a l i

Oh, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man that ever lived in the tide of times.

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!


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Blood and destruction shall be so in use and dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: and Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,

With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice:
"Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war."