"Blood & destruction shall be so in use, & dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers will but smile when they behold, their infants quartered with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: & Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, with Ate by his side come hot from Hades, Shall in these confines cry 'havoc' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the Earth with carrion men, Groaning for burial." - Marc Anthony