This Julius to the Capitólë went Upon a day, as he was wont to gon; And in the Capitol anon him hent 4194 This falsë Brutus, and his other fone, And sticked him with bodëkins anon With many a wound, and thus they let him lie. But never groan’d he at no stroke but one, Or else at two, but if 4195 the story lie.

So manly was this Julius of heart, And so well lov’d estately honesty, 4196 That, though his deadly woundës sorë smert, 4197 His mantle o’er his hippës castë he, That no man shouldë see his privity And as he lay a-dying in a trance, And wistë verily that dead was he, Of honesty yet had he remembránce.