Br. I must. Yet what’s thy reason? Thou art moved
Strangely beyond the matter.
Oct.Read this paper.
Br. (reads). Britannicus, sup not to-day with Cæsar.
How came you by it?
Oct.’Tis from Fulvia,
The maid that loves Seleucus; whence ’tis his.
Br. Most like; I know the turbaned mountebank
Keeps an old kindness for me. Yet nay, nay—
If this should now be found—nay, he’s too shrewd