Luc. Ay, Cæsar.
Ner.Do you! you who have ever been
More gracious to my voice than to my pen!
Am I a better singer then than poet,
Think you?
Luc.Nay, Cæsar; but ....
Ner.Ha! then you are envious.
You would not have me write because, forsooth,
You write yourself. Now, by the god, I swear
Thou shalt not publish nor recite a verse