William Shakespeare,
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
“ He is himself alone, To answer all the city. LARTIUS. O noble fellow, Who sensibly outdares his senseless sword, And when it bows, stand’st up! Thou art left, Martius. A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art, Were not so rich a jewel. Thou wast a soldier Even to Cato’s wish, not fierce and terrible Only in strokes, but with thy grim looks and The thunderlike percussion of thy sounds Thou mad’st thine enemies shake, as if the world Were feverous and did tremble. Enter Martius, bleeding, assaulted by the enemy. FIRST SOLDIER. Look, sir. LARTIUS. O, ’tis Martius! ”
