MICHELOTTO
Till my lord were left
Alone.
CÆSAR
Thou knewest it?
MICHELOTTO
Where my lord may be
And what beseems his thrall to know of him
I were not worthy, knew I not, to know.
CÆSAR
I do not ask thee where my brother sleeps.
And where to-morrow sees him yet asleep—
MICHELOTTO
Ask of the fishers’ nets on Tiber.