Ner. I am not drunk.
Bur.Such wandering judgment, Cæsar,
Asks such excuse.
Ner.My judgment wanders not.
I am cool. My face is flushed?....
Bur.How will this look
If, sitting here at table, at a breath
Of hearsay you commit to instant death
Your mother and four noble citizens,
With others of less note?