ce of these eight Days, endeavour'd to rise, but found he wanted
Strength, yet looking up, and seeing his Pursuers, he rose, and reel'd
to a neighbouring Tree, against which he fix'd his Back; and being
within a dozen Yards of those that advanc'd and saw him, he call'd out
to them, and bid them approach no nearer, if they would be safe. So that
they stood still, and hardly believing their Eyes, that would persuade
them that it was _Caesar_ that spoke to them, so much he was alter'd;
they ask'd him, what he had done with his Wife, for they smelt a Stink
that almost struck them dead? He pointing to the dead Body, sighing,
cry'd, _Behold her there._ They put off the Flowers that cover'd her,
with their Sticks, and found she was kill'd, and cry'd out, _Oh,
Monster! that hast murder'd thy Wife._ Then asking him, why he did so
cruel a Deed? He reply'd, He had no Leisure to answer impertinent
Questions: 'You may go back (_continued he_) and tell the faithless
Governor, he may thank Fortune that I am breathing my last; and that my
Arm is too feeble to obey my Heart, in what it had design'd him': But
his Tongue faultering, and trembling, he could scarce end what he was
saying. The _English_ taking Advantage by his Weakness, cry'd, _Let us
take him alive by all Means._ He heard 'em; and, as if he had reviv'd
from a Fainting, or a Dream, he cried out, 'No, Gentlemen, you are
deceived; you will find no more _Caesars_ to be whipt; no more find a
Faith in me; Feeble as you think me, I have Strength yet left to secure
me from a second Indignity.' They swore all anew; and he only shook his
Head, and beheld them with Scorn. Then they cry'd out, _Who will venture
on this single Man? Will nobody?_ They stood all silent, while _Caesar_
replied, _Fatal will be the Attempt of the first Adventurer, let him
assure himself_, (and, at that Word, held up his Knife in a menacing
Posture:) _Look ye, ye faithless Crew_, said he, _'tis not Life I seek,
nor am I afraid of dying_, (and at that Word, cut a Piece of Flesh from
his own Throat, and threw it at 'em) _yet still I would live if I could,
till I had perfected my Revenge: But, oh! it cannot be; I feel Life
gliding from my Eyes and Heart; and if I make not haste, I shall fall a
Victim to the shameful Whip._ At that, he rip'd up his own Belly, and
took his Bowels and pull'd 'em out, with what Strength he could; while
some, on their Knees imploring, besought him to hold his Hand. But when
they saw hi