كلمات Interregnum

Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood! Over thy wounds now do I prophesy Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue A curse shall light upon the limbs of men Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy 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 That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial