Caesar and Pompey—after decades of being brothers-at-arms, senators,
Vengeance! Vengeance!! Oh, if I could stoop to vengeance, what would I not exact from you as the price of this murdered man’s blood? (They shrink back, appalled and disconcerted) Was he not my son-in-law, my ancient friend, for 20 years the master of great Rome, for 30 years the compeller of victory? Did not I, as a Roman, share his glory? Was the Fate that forced us to fight for the mastery of the world, of our making? Am I Julius Caesar, or am I a wolf, that you fling to me the grey head of the old soldier, the laureled conqueror, the mighty Roman, treacherously struck down by this callous ruffian, and then claim my gratitude!
Shaw, George Bernard, Caesar and Cleopatra, The Modern Library, 1953, p. 122.
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