Ner. He comes to make us merry. The gods defend us!
He has seen a ghost.
Pop.He has something to deliver.
Ner. Patience! I know his mood: he will be tragic;
And you shall see the severe and tearful muse
Outstride her dignity, and fall along.
(To Paris) Begin!
PARIS.
Most mighty and most honoured Cæsar,
I cannot speak for shame.