Cæsar. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you;
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:[29]
60But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd[30] and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks;
They are all fire and every one doth shine;
65But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,