Had fallen upon him, what it had been then; If thine own sword had touched his throat, what that way! He was thy son-in-law; there to be tainted Had been most terible! Let the worst be rendered, We have deserved for keeping thy hands innocent. Cæsar. Oh, Sceva, Sceva, see that head! see, captains, The head of godlike Pompey! Sce. He was basely ruined; But let the gods be grieved, that suffered it, Cæsar. Oh, thou conqueror, Thou glory of the world once, now the pity, Thou awe of nations, wherefore didst thou fall thus? What poor fate followed thee, and plucked thee on, To trust thy sacred life to an Egyptian? The life and light of Rome, to a blind stranger, That honourable war ne'er taught a nobleness, Nor worthy circumstance shewed what a man was? That never heard thy name sung, but in banquets, And loose lascivious pleasures? to a boy, Ant. Oh, how brave these tears shew! ness. Cæsar. Egyptians, dare ye think your highest pyramids, Built to out-dare the sun, as you suppose, But the eternal substance of his greatness, man, Whose braveries all the world's earth cannot balance. Sce. If thou be'st thus loving, I shall honour thee: But great men may dissemble, it is held possible, And be right glad of what they seem to weep for; There are such kind of philosophers. Now do I wonder How he would look, if Pompey were alive again; How would he set his face. Casar. You look now, king, Your ministers, I must think, wanted judgment, That bounty share amongst you. If I knew what (But her you hate) I would not be behind you. Ptol. Hear me, great Cæsar! Cæsar. I have heard too much; And study not with smooth shows to invade The great and bounteous services, of Pompey, I gave you no commission to perform it: queror, That you cannot decline, with all your flatteries, That where the day gives light, will be himself still; Know how to meet his worth with humane courtesies! Go, and embalm those bones of that great soldier, Cæsar. You have robbed him of those tears Their purses and their pleasures, and bid me wal low. His kindred and his friends kept sacred for him, | Opened their hearts, and secret closets to me, The virgins of their funeral lamentations; And that kind earth, that thought to cover him, (His country's earth) will cry out against your cruelty, And weep unto the ocean for revenge, 'Till Nilus raise his seven heads and devour ye! My grief has stopt the rest! When Pompey lived, He used you nobly; now he is dead, use him so. [Erit. Ptol. Now, where's your confidence, your aim, The oracles, and fair favours from the conqueror, Achor. I told you, sir, And told the truth, what danger would fly after: He was a Roman, and the top of honour; Pho. Peace; you are a fool! Men of deep ends must tread as deep ways to them; Cæsar I know is pleased, and for all his sorrows, Which are put on for forms, and mere dissem blings, I am confident he is glad: To have told you so, You have deserved, and you will find it, highly. You keep your sister, the high-souled Cleopatra, Both close and short enough, she may not see Sept. Here's a strange alteration in the court; Mens' faces are of other sets and motions, Their minds of subtler stuff. I pass by now, As though I were a rascal; no man knows me, No eye looks after; as I were a plague, Their doors shut close against me, and I wondered at, Because I have done a meritorious murder: Because I have pleased the time, does the time plague me? I have known the day they would have hugged me for it; For a less stroke than this, have done me reve rence, VOL. I. I now perceive the great thieves eat the less, As drops of water, that are lost in the ocean. That set me on. And he comes; now, Fortune! The times are altered, soldier; Cæsar's angry, Yet, that thou mayest be useful- I shall be ready. Pho. For I may employ thee To take a rub or two out of my way, As time shall serve; say, that it be a brother, Sept. 'Tis most necessary; A mother, or a sister, or whom you please, sir. Pho. Or to betray a noble friend? Sept. 'Tis all one. Pho. I know thou wilt stir for gold. Pho. There, take that for thy service, and farewell! I have greater business now. Sept. I'm still your own, sir. Pho. One thing I charge thee; see me no more, Septimius, Unless I send. Sept. I shall observe your hour. [Exit. So! this brings something in the mouth, some favour: This is the lord I serve, the power I worship, My friends, allies; and here lies my allegiance. I What the day ministered, the sleep came sweetly: The bloody streams, that in their confluence That were to shew our fears, and dim our great- Juba, that killed my friend, is up in arms too; But the obedience; when that is once forgotten, Ant. And 'tis well counselled; No confidence, nor trust Sce. I'll trust the sea first, When with her hollow murmurs she invites me, And clutches in her storms, as politic lions Conceal their claws; I'll trust the devil first; The rule of ill I'll trust, before the doer. Casar. Go to your rests, and follow your own wisdoms, And leave me to my thoughts; pray no more compliment; Once more, strong watches. Dol. All shall be observed, sir. Manet CESAR. The sons of Pompey are masters of the sea, Enter ScEVA, with a packet, CLEOPATRA in it. Cæsar. In the name of wonder- A strong one too, or else my sides would crack, Of a rich value, jewels, or some rich treasure. Cæsar. I'm dull and heavy, yet I cannot sleep. How happy was I, in my lawful wars In Germany, and Gaul, and Britany! When every night with pleasure I set down What spirit, have I raised? Sure, 'tis a woman; Cesar. Hold, on thy life, and be more tempe rate, Thou beast! Sce. Thou beast? Cæsar. Couldst thou be so inhuman, So far from noble man, to draw thy weapon Upon a thing divine ? Sce. Divine, or human, They're never better pleased, nor more at heart's ease, Than when we draw with full intent upon them. Cesar. Move this way, lady: Pray you let me speak to you. Sce. And, woman, you had best stand- But that I see her here, and hope her mortal, Sce. Oh, this sounds mangily, She brings her bed along too (she'll lose no time), Leave you to women's wars, that will proclaim One, that lays sacred hold on thy protection, As on a holy altar, to preserve me. Casar. Speak, queen of beauty, and stand up. 'Till I have found that favour in thine eyes, Yet, for thy nobleness, for virtue's sake, Casar. Stand up then, And be a queen; this hand shall give it to you: To be divinely great, and I dare promise it. monstrous; But tell me true; if thou hadst such a treasure, (And, as thou art a soldier, do not flatter me) Such a bright gem, brought to thee, wouldst thou not Pho. A remedy, now the disease is ulcerous, And has infected all? Your secure negligence Has broke through all the hopes I have, and ruined me! My sister is with Cæsar, in his chamber; All night she has been with him; and, no doubt, Pho. 'Would that were the worst, sir! And what am I then? Pho. Plague upon that rascal, Apollodorus, under whose command, Under whose eye Enter ACHILLAS. Ptol. Curse on you all, ye are wretches! Pho. Your guards were rarely wise, and wondrous watchful! Achil. I could not help it, if my life had lain for it. Alas, who would suspect a pack of bedding, Enter АCHOREUS. Achor. "Tis no hour now for anger, Ptol. Speak, good Achoreus. Achor. Let indirect and crooked counsels vanish, And straight and fair directions Pho. Speak your mind, sir. Achor. Let us chuse Cæsar (and endear him to Pho. Base, Most base and poor; a servile, cold submission! Hear me, and pluck your hearts up, like stout counsellors; Since we are sensible this Cæsar loathes us, And have begun our fortune with great Pompey, Be of my mind. Achor. 'Tis most uncomely spoken, Ptol. I will be. Go, my counsellor, Achor. Crowned with fair peace, I go. [Erit. [Exit. |