At this a murmur through the synod went, And, with one voice, they vote his punishment. Thus, when conspiring traitors dared to doom The fall of Caesar, and in him of Rome, The nations trembled with a pious fear, Ail anxious for their earthly Thunderer; Nor was their care, O Caesar, less esteem’d By thee, than that of heaven for Jove was deem’d: Who, with his hand and voice, did first restrain Their murmurs, then resumed his speech again. The gods to silence were composed, and sate With reverence, due to his superior state.