Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
ANTONY . . .
And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge, 296
With Ate by his side come hot from hell, 297
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice 298
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war, 299
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth 300
With carrion men groaning for burial. 301
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