Quote by William Shakespeare

Cry havoc! and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.

Cry havoc! and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul dee

Summary

The quote is from Shakespeare's play Julius Caesar, and it is spoken by Mark Antony after Caesar's assassination. Here, Antony is urging chaos and the unleashing of the "dogs of war" as a response to seek revenge for the evil act that has taken place. He believes that the stench of death caused by the perpetrators will rise up and provoke a strong desire for justice and burial of the fallen. Overall, the quote conveys a call for justice and retribution in the face of treachery.

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