They that are false to pious benefits,
And make compell'd necessities their faiths
Are Traitors to the gods.
Ant. We'll call ashore
A Legion of the best.
Cæs. Not a Man, Antony,
That were to shew our fears, and dim our greatness:
No, 'tis enough my Name's ashore.
Sce. Too much too,
A sleeping Cæsar is enough to shake them;