To the fairness of my power.
(i. ix. 68.)
But except on such semi-official occasions, which he is obliged to recognise, any sort of commendation abashes him and puts him out. Even Lartius’ burst of admiration he immediately checks:
Pray now, no more: my mother,
Who has a charter to extol her blood,
When she does praise me, grieves me.
(i. ix. 13.)
When Cominius persists, he would fain cut him short:
I have some wounds upon me, and they smart
To hear themselves remember’d.