Scene: Rome. Men all in flames do battle in the streets, and surly lions wander around the Capitol, glaring at onlookers. Graves open and give up their dead, ghosts shriek and gibber, owls perch in the market-place at midday and the skies are a tempest of fire and lightning.
Enter Brutus, with a letter.
Brut. The exhalations whizzing in the air
Give so much light that I may read by them.
Opens the letter and reads.