But for supporting robbers, shall we now
Contaminate our fingers with base bribes,
And sell the mighty space of our large honours
For so much trash as may be grasped thus?
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
Than such a Roman.
Cas. Brutus, bay not me;
I’ll not endure it; you forget yourself,
To hedge me in; I am a soldier, I, 30
Older in practice, abler than yourself