I36 
THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
Death was duty’s one divorcement. 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Pooh !  The stern old Roman !  Fudge ! 
Even Horatio would budge. 
Kill that Jew, men ! 
 
A SOLDIER 
 
Heard and done. 
 
ISSA 
 
It is finished ! 
 
PUBLIUS 
 
Ill begun 
When the Roman virtue sleeps ! 
 
AGRIPPA 
 
Death, man !  See the tide that sweeps 
From his side, a pinkish flood 
Of foaming water mixed with blood. 
It swells; it washes all the hill —