Nay, nay, I know from what I am to part.
Titus.
Then you stand thus as scarce could Caesar’s self
When Brutus’ hand had dealt the dagger-thrust.
For he, too proud to bare his pain of heart
And yet not strong enough to choke it under,
In falling covered up his countenance.
But you can hold it back within your breast.
Mar.
No more, no more! It is not as you think.