The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought?
Pho. They that have power are royal; and those base
That live at the devotion of another.
What birth gave Ptolomy, or fortune Cæsar,
By Engines fashion'd in this Protean Anvil
I have made mine; and only stoop at you,
Whom I would still preserve free to command me;
For Cæsar's frowns, they are below my thoughts,
And but in these fair Eyes I still have read
The story of a supream Monarchy,