And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: my brother’s servants
265 Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
Seb. But for your conscience.
[Ant.] Ay, sir; where lies that? if [’twere] a kibe,
’Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: [twenty] consciences,
270 That [stand] ’twixt me and Milan, [candied] be they,
[And melt], ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,