And. Bear you the sovereign power of this land.
Ten. A body politic must on two legs stand:
I'll bear a part, so to diminish envy.
And. I must away, and shun the people's eye.
Ten. If to yourself unkind, be kind to me;
For my sake stay at home; why will you fly?
Think you a stepdame soil gives sweeter sap?
And. Ay, for trees transplanted do more goodly grow.
Ten. And I'll count men but stocks, when they do so.
And. I am resolv'd, all troubles brought asleep,
To leave you with a parting kiss.
Ten. And by that kiss
May I transfuse my soul or quite expire.
Brothers have often for a kingdom fought;
We strive to lose it. This is holy strife.
But here I vow, if e'er that sacred lace
Shall gird my temples, Rome must keep her bounds,
Or fish for tribute in the dreadful deep.
SCENE VI.
Cæsar, Mandubratius.