Page 2204 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

With that which melteth fools − I mean sweet words,
Low-crookèd curtsies, and base spaniel fawning.
Thy brother by decree is banishèd.
If thou dost bend, and pray, and fawn for him, [45]

I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Caesar doth not wrong, nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.

METELLUS
Is there no voice more worthy than my own,

To sound more sweetly in great Caesar’s ear [50]
For the repealing of my banished brother?

BRUTUS
I kiss thy hand, but not in flattery, Caesar,
Desiring thee that Publius Cimber may
Have an immediate freedom of repeal.

CAESAR
What, Brutus?

CASSIUS
Pardon, Caesar! Caesar, pardon! [55]
As low as to thy foot doth Cassius fall
To beg enfranchisement for Publius Cimber.

CAESAR
I could be well moved, if I were as you;

If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant as the northern star, [60]
Of whose true-fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks,

They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there’s but one in all doth hold his place. [65]
So in the world: ’tis furnished well with men,

And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;