That you do love me, i am nothing jealous; what you would work me to, i have some aim, how i have thought of this and of these times, i shall recount hereafter. for this present, i would not (so with love i might entreat you)be any further moved. what you have said i will consider; what you have to say i will with patience hear, and find a time both meet to hear and answer such high things. till then, my noble friend, chew upon this: brutus had rather be a villager than to repute himself a son of rome under these hard conditions as this time is like to lay upon us.'is a piece