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Achor. I'll go pray, sir,
And the poor glow-worm light of some faint (For that's best counsel now) the gods inay help jewels, you.
[Erit. Before the life of love, and soul of beauty, Pho. I found you out a way, but 'twas not cre- Oh, how it vexes me! He is no soldier; dited;
All honourable soldiers are love's servants; A most secure way: Whither will you fly now? He is a merchant, a mere wandering merchant, Achil. For when your wealth is gone, your Servile to gain : He trades for poor commodities, power must follow.
And makes his conquests, thefts! Some fortuPho.' And that diminished also, what's your nate captains, life worth?
That quarter with him, and are truly valiant, Who would regard it?
Have fung the name of happy Cæsar on him; Ptol. You say true.
Himself ne'er won it: He is so base and coveAchil. What
tous, Will look upon king Ptolomy? If they do look, He'll sell his sword for gold! It must be in scorn; for a poor king's a monster : Ars. This is too bitter. What ear remember ye? 'twill be then a courtesy, Cleo. Oh, I could curse myself, that was so A noble one, to take your life too from you:
foolish, Bút if reserved, you stand to fill a victory; So fondly childish, to believe his tongue, As who knows conquerors' minds, though out- His promising tongue, ere I could catch his temwardly
per. They bear fáir streams? Oh, sir, does not this I had trash enough to have cloyed his eyes withal, shake ye?
(His covetous eyes) such as I scorn to tread on, If to be honied on to these amictions
Richer than ever he saw yet, and more tempting; Ptol. I never will: I was a fool!
Had I known he had stooped at that, I had saved Pho. For then, sir,
minc honour, Your country's cause falls with you too, and fet- I had been happy still! But let him take it, tered :
And let him brag how poorly I am rewarded; All Egypt shall be ploughed up with dishonour. Let him go conquer still weak wretched ladies : Ptol. No more; I am sensible: And now my Love has his angry quiver too, his deadly, spirit
And, when he finds scorn, armed at the strongest Burns hot within me.
I am a fool to fret thus for a fool, Achil. Keep it warm and fiery.
An old blind fool too! I lose my health; I will Pho. And last; be counselled.
not, Ptol. I will, though I perish.
I will not cry; I will not honour him Pho. Go in: We'll tell you all, and then we'll With tears diviner than the gods he worships; execute.
[E.reunt. I will not take the pains to curse a poor thing!
Eros. Do not; you shall not need.
Cleo. 'Would I were prisoner
To one I hate, that I might anger him! Enter CLEOPATRA, ARSINOE, and Eros,
I will love any man, to break the heart of Irim! Ars. You are so impatient!
Any, that has the heart and will to kill him! Cleo. Have I not cause?
irs. Take some fair truce. Women of common beauties, and low births, Cleo. I will go study mischief, When they are slighted, are allowed their angers : And put a look on,'armed with all my cunnings, Why should not I, a princess, make him know Shall meet him like a basilisk, and strike him! The baseness of his usage?
Love, put destroying flames into mine eyes, Ars. Yes, it is fit :
Into my smiles deceits, that I may torture him, But then again, you know, what man
That I may make him love to death, and laugh Cleo. He is no man ! The shadow of a greatness hangs upon him,
Enter APPOLODORUS. And not the virtue: He is no conqueror,
Apol. Cæsar commends his service to your Hlas suffered under the base dross of nature;
grace. Poorly delivered up his power to wealth,
Cleo. His service? what is his service!
Cleo. What is his will?
Apol. He craves access unto your highness. And satisfy your grace.
Say, no; I will have none to trouble n .
Cleo. None, 1 say; I will be private.
'Would thou hadst flung me into Nilus, keeper,
When first thou gavest consent, to bring my body | Gave all your thoughts to gold, that men of glory,
And minds adorned with noble love, would kick
at ! Nay more, your charge upon me, as I honoured Soldiers of royal mark scorn such base purchase; you.
Beauty and honour are the marks they shoot at. You know what danger I endured.
I spake to you then, I courted you, and wooed Cleo. Take this,
[Gming a jewel.
Cæsar. You have mistaken me, Tell the ambitious broker, this will suffer
Cleo. Byt neither eye, nor favour, not a smile,
Was I blessed back withal, but shook off rudely;
And, as you had been sold to sordid infamy,
You fell before the images of treasure, Cleo. How !
And in your soul you worshipped: I stood slighted, Cæsar. I do not use to wait, lady ;
Forgotten and condemned; my soft embraces, Where I am, all the doors are free and open. And those sweet kisses you called Elysium, Cleo. I guess so, by your rudeness,
As letters writ in sand, no more remembered Cesar. You are not angry?
The name and glory of your Cleopatra Things of your tender mould should be most Laughed at, and made a story to your captains ! gentle.
Shall I endure? Why do you frown? Good Gods, what a set anger
Cæsar. You are deceived in all this; Have you forced into your face? Come, I inust Upon my life you are; 'tis your much tenderness. temper voi.
Cleo, No, 10; I love not that way; you are What a coy smile was there, and a disdainful !
cozened : Flow like an ominous flash it broke out from you! I love with as much ambition as a conqueror; Defend me, Love! Sweet, who has angered you? And, where I love, will triumph! Cleo. Shew him a glass! That false face has Cæsar. So you shall; betrayed me,
My heart shall be the chariot, that shall hear you; That base heart wronged me!
All, I have won, shall wait upon you.-By the Cæsar. Be more sweetly angry.
gods, I wronged you, fair?
The bravery of this woman's mind has fired me!-
Dear mistress, shall I but this night-
Have I let slip a second vanity,
That gives thee hope?
Cesar. You shall be absolute, Cæsar. Pray you undo this riddle,
And reign alone as queen; you shall be any thing! And tell me how I have vexed you?
Cleo. Make me a maid again, and then I'll Cleo. Let me think first,
Examine all thy art of war to do that,
Till when, farewell, unthankful !
Casur. But do it milder: In a noble lady Cleo. I will not. Softness of spirit, and a sober naturc,
Cresar. I command ! That moves like summer winds, cool, and blows Cleo. Command, and go without, sir. sweetness,
I do command thee, be my slave for ever, Shews blessed, like herself.
And vex, while I laugh at thee,
Casur. Thus low, beauty-
and to me, You had the spring of my affections,
May-be I shall think better. Farewell, conqueror ! And my fair fruits I gave you leave to taste of;
[Erit. You must expect the winter of mine anger.
Cesar. She mocks me too! I will enjoy her
Stay, fool, and be advised; that dulls the appetite, Cesar. Fl be myself again, and meet their fu Takes off the strength and sweetness of delight.
ries, By heaven she is a miracle ! I must use
Meet, and consume their mischiefs. Make some A handsoine way to win -How now? What shift, Sceva, fear
To recover the feet, and bring me up two legions, Dwells in
shall see me, how Pul break like thun
der Enter SCEVA, ANTONY, and DOLĄBELLA.
Amongst these beds of slimy eels, and scatter Sce. If it be fear, 'tis fear of your undoing,
them. Not of ourselves; fear of your poor declining; Sce. Now you speak sense, Yll put my life to Our lives and deaths are equal benefits,
the hazard. And we make louder prayers to die nobly, Before I go, no more of this warm lady! Than to live high, and wantonly. Whilst you She'll spoil your sword-hand. are secure here,
Cæsar. Go. Come, let us to counsel, And offer hecatombs of lazy kisses
How to prevent, and then to execute. [Ercani.
1 Sold. Did you see this penitence? Armed all, and ready to assault.
2 Sold. Yes, I saw, and heard it. Ant. Led on
3 Sold. And I too looked upon him, and obBy the false and base Photinus, and his ministers.
served it; No stirring out, no peeping through a loop-hole, Ile is the strangest Septimius now But straight saluted with an armed dart.
1 Sold. I heard he was altered, Sce. No parley; they are deaf to all but danger. And had given away his gold to honcst uses, They swear they'll llay us, and then dry our Cried monstrously. quarters;
2 Sold. He cries abundantly; A rasher of a salt lover is such a shoeing-horn! He is blind almost with weeping. Can you kiss away this conspiracy, and set us free? 3 Sold. 'Tis most wonderful, Or will the giant god of love fight for you? That a hard-hearted man, and an old soldier, Will his fierce warlikę bow kill a cock-sparrow? Should have so much kind moisture. When his Bring out the lady! she can quell this mutiny,
mother died, And with her powerful looks strike awe into He laughed aloud, and made the wickedest balthem;
lads! She can destroy and build again the city;
1 Sold. Tis like enough: he never loved his paYour goddesses have mighty gifts! Shew them rents; her fair form.
Nor can I blame him, for they never loved him. They are not above a hundred thousand, sir, His mother dreamed, before she was delivered, A mist, a mist! that, when her eyes break out, That she was brought a-bed with a buzzard, and I Her powerful radiant eyes, and shake their flashes,
ever after Will fly before her heats!
She whistled him up to the world. His brare Casar. Begirt with villains ?
clothes, too, Sce. They come to play you and your love a He has flung away, and goes like one of us now; hunts-up.
Walks with his hands in his pockets, poor and You were told what this same whoresón wench sorrowful, ing long ago would come to :
And gives the best instructions ! You are taken napping now! Has not a soldier 2 Sold. And tells stories A time to kiss his friend, and a time to consider, of honest and good people, that were honoured, But he must lie still digging like a pioneer, And how they were remembered ; and runs mad, Making of mines, and burying of his honour If he but hear of an ungrateful person, there?
A bloody or betraying man. Twere good you'd think
3 Soli. If it be possible, Dol. And time too; or you'll find else That an arch-villain may ever be recovered, A harder task than courting a coy beauty. This penitent rascal will put hard. Twere worth Ant. Look out, and then believe.
our labour Sce. No, no, hang danger;
To see him once again.
1 Sold. He spares us that labour, You may cry, ‘Cæsar!' and sce, if that will help For here he comes. you.
Sept. Bless ye, my honest friends,
Bless ye from base unworthy mer! Come not Achor. Drestes out of madness did his murder, near me,
And therefore he found grace: Thoy, worst of For I am yet too taking for your company.
all men, 1 Sold Did I not tell ye
Out of cold blood, and hope of gain, base lucre, 9 Sold. What book is that?
Slewest thine own fceder! Come not near the 1 Sold. No doubt,
Sept. Look all on me,
Of high and soft preferment, touch your gooduçss :
1 Sold. Dost thou want any thing!
2 Sold. Be thus, and let the blind priest do his 3 Sold. Tis very fit he were banged to edify worst;
We've gods as well as they, and they will hear us. Sept. Let all your thoughts be humble and obe 3 Sold. Come, cry no more: Thou hast vept dient;
out twenty Pompeys. Lore your commanders, honour them, that feed
Enter PHOTINUS and ACUILLAS. ye; Pray, that ye may be strong in honesty,
Pha, So penitent? As in the use of arms; labour, and diligently,
Achil. It seems so. To keep your hearts from ease, and her base is Pho. Yet for all this sues,
We must employ him. Pride and ambitious wantonness; those spoiled 1 Sold. These are the armed saldier-leaders : me :
Away, and let's to the fort; we shall be snapt Rather lose all your limbs, than the least honesty;
(Exeunt. You are never lame indeed, till loss of credit Pho. How now? Why thus ? What cause of Benamb ye through; scars, and those maims of this dejection honour,
Achil. Why dost thou weep? Are memorable crutches, that shall bear,
Sept. Pray leave me; you have cuined me, When you are dead, your noble names to eterni- You have made me a famous villain ! ty!
Pho. Does that touch thee? 1 Sold I cry.
Achil. He will be hard to win. 2 Sold. And so do I.
Pho. He must be won, or we shall want our
Is conscience a comrade for an old soldiers
Achil. It is not that; it may be some disgrace,
That he takes heavily, and would be cherished.
Septimius ever scorned to shew such weakness.
Sept. Let me alone; I am not for your pur-
pose; Isis, and great Osiris, pity me,
I am now a new man. Pity a loaden man ! and tell me truly,
Pho. We have new affairs for thee; With what most humble sacrifice I may
Those, that will raise thy head. Wash off my sin, and appease the powers, that Sept. I would it were off, hate me?
And in your bellies, for the love you bear me! Take from my heart those thousand thousand fu- I'll be no more knave; I have stings enough ries,
Already in my breast.
Achil. Thou shalt command in chief all our And cry for doing daily bloody murders, strong forces;
Take thou example, and go ask forgiveness; And if thou servest an use, must not all justify Call up the thing, thou namest thy conscience, it?
And let it work; then 'twill seem well, SeptiSept. I am rogue enough.
mius. Pho. Thou wilt be more and baser ;
Sept. He does all this. A poor rogue's all rogues, open to all shames ; Achil. Yes, and red for it; Nothing to shadow him. Dost thou think crying Nay, called the honoured Cæsar : So mayst thou Can keep thee from the censure of the multitude?
Thou wert born as near a crown as he. Or to be kneeling at the altar, save thee?
Sept. He was poor. 'Tis poor and servile! Wert thou thine own sa Pho. And desperate bloody tricks got him this crifice,
credit. 'Twould seem so low, people would spit the fire Sept. I am afraid
will once more
Pho. Help to raise thee, Achil. Keep thyself glorious still, though ne'er off with thy pining black; it dulls a soldier, so stained,
And put on resolution like a man:
A noble fate waits on thee.
Oh, that I had the power-
Achil. Thou shalt have all ; Achil. Will shew so in a soldier,
And do all through thy power. Men shall adSo simply and so ridiculously, so tamely
mire thee, Pho. If people would believe thee, it were some And the vices of Septimius shall turn virtues. honesty;
Sept. Off, off! thou must off; off, my cowarAnd for thy penitence would not laugh at thee,
dice! (As sure they will) and beat thee, for thy poverty; Puling repentance, off! If they'd allow thy foolery, there were some hope.
Pho. Now thou speakest nobly. Sept. My foolery?
Sept. Off, my dejected looks, and welcome, isaPho. Nay, more than that, thy misery,
pudence! Thy monstrous misery.
My daring shall be deity, to save me.
Give me instructions, and put action on me,
And make me out-dare all miseries. Dangers, and desperate hopes ? to repent after Pho. All this, and all thy wishes. wards?
Sept. Use me, then.
I cut the cedar Pompey, and I'll fell
Pho. Now thou singest sweetly,
Casar. Oh, my fortune!
Would yield up the dominion of this head
Dól. Be still Cæsar,
Ant. If you fall,