That will be thaw'd from the true quality
With that which melteth fools, I mean, sweet words,
Low-crooked curtsies[25], and base spaniel-fawning.[26]
Thy brother by decree is banished:
45If thou dost bend and pray and fawn for him,
I spurn thee like a cur out of my way.
Know, Cæsar doth not wrong,[27] nor without cause
Will he be satisfied.
Metellus. Is there no voice more worthy than my own,