Nay, I’ll not go.
Ner.Thou wilt not?
Pop.Nay, I cannot.
Ner. Cannot to Cæsar?
Pop.Prove me then thou’rt Cæsar,
And not a ward.
Ner.A ward!
Pop.I said a ward.
May I not see thee vexed? ’Tis what men whisper,
Who dare not vex thee. Well, thy mother’s child,