If in my cause With fire and sword ye did your country wrong, Strike for acquittal! Should another judge This war, not Caesar, none were blameless found.
Not for my sake this battle, but for you, To give you, soldiers, liberty and law 'Gainst all the world.

Wishful myself for life Apart from public cares, and for the gown That robes the private citizen, I refuse To yield from office till the law allows Your right in all things.

On my shoulders rest All blame; all power be yours.

Nor deep the blood Between yourselves and conquest.

Grecian schools Of exercise and wrestling (13) send us here Their chosen darlings to await your swords; And scarcely armed for war, a dissonant crowd Barbaric, that will start to hear our trump, Nay, their own clamour.