Marked you his lip, and eyes?”

“Who is yonder?

O gods! he has the stand of Marcius.”

“The shepherd knows not thunder from a tabor

More than I know the sound of Marcius’ tongue

From every meaner man.”

“Marcius,

A carbuncle entire, as big as thou art,

Were not so rich a jewel. Thou art a soldier

Even to Cato’s wish, not fierce and terrible