immoment

O Caesar , what a wounding shame is this ,
That thou vouchsafing here to visit me ,
Doing the honor of thy lordliness
To one so meek , that mine own servant should
Parcel the sum of my disgraces by
Addition of his envy ! Say , good Caesar ,
That I some lady trifles have reserved ,
Immoment toys , things of such dignity
As we greet modern friends withal , and say
Some nobler token I have kept apart
For Livia and Octavia , to induce
Their mediation , must I be unfolded
With one that I have bred ? The gods ! It smites me
Beneath the fall I have . Prithee , go
hence ,
Or I shall show the cinders of my spirits
Through th’ ashes of my chance . Wert thou a man ,
Thou wouldst have mercy on me .