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 Ber. I think it be no other but e'en so: Well may it sort that this portentous figure Comes armed through our watch, so like the king That was and is the question of these wars.

Hor. A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets: As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star. Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the like precurse of fierce events, As harbingers preceding still the fates