Check'd like a bondman; all his faults observ'd,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep
100My spirit from mine eyes! There is my dagger,
And here my naked breast; within, a heart
Dearer than Plutus'[78][79] mine, richer than gold:
If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth;
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart:
105Strike, as thou didst at Cæsar; for I know,