Ten Years Later.
_Enter Romulus, Remus, bricklayers, maidens, and others_.
_Rom._., 'Tis done.

The proud usurper bites the dust.
_Rem_.
(It's took us ten good years to do it.

That's the wust.) _Rom_.
The tyrant's ashes moulder on the plain.
_Rem_.

(You've said that once before.

Say it again.) _Rom_.