And, to speak truth of Caesar, I have not known when his affections swayed More than his reason. Th’ abuse of greatness is when it disjoins Remorse from power.
Crown him that, And then I grant we put a sting in him That at his will he may do danger with. It is the bright day that brings forth the adder, And that craves wary walking. He would be crowned: How that might change his nature, there’s the question. And for my part I know no personal cause to spurn at him, But for the general.
