No Fear Shakespeare: Julius Caesar: Act 3, scene 1

280	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
285	Their infants quartered 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
290	Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
	That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
	With carrion men, groaning for burial.

Fierce civil war will paralyze all of Italy. Blood and destruction will be so common and familiar that mothers will merely smile when their infants are cut to pieces by the hands of war. People's capacity for sympathy will grow tired and weak from the sheer quantity of cruel deeds. And Caesar's ghost, searching for revenge with the goddess Ate by his side, just up from Hell, will cry in the voice of a king, “Havoc!” and unleash the dogs of war. This foul deed will stink up to the sky with men's corpses, which will beg to be buried.

Enter OCTAVIUS' SERVANT

OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT enters.

You serve Octavius Caesar, do you not?

You serve Octavius Caesar, right?

	OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
	I do, Mark Antony.

OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT

I do, Mark Antony.

	ANTONY
295	Caesar did write for him to come to Rome.

ANTONY

Caesar wrote for him to come to Rome.

	OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
	He did receive his letters and is coming.
	And bid me say to you by word of mouth—
	(sees CAESAR's body) O Caesar!—

OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT

He received Caesar's letters, and he is coming. He told me to say to you—(seeing CAESAR's body) Oh, Caesar!—

	ANTONY
	Thy heart is big. Get thee apart and weep.
300	Passion, I see, is catching, for mine eyes,
	Seeing those beads of sorrow stand in thine,
	Began to water. Is thy master coming?

ANTONY

Your heart is big; go ahead and weep. Grief seems to be contagious, for my eyes, seeing the tears in yours, began to fill. Is your master coming?

	OCTAVIUS' SERVANT
	He lies tonight within seven leagues of Rome.

OCTAVIUS'S SERVANT

He rests tonight within twenty-one miles of Rome.