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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.
SCENE IT.

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!
The god of bed-rid men, taught his eyes treason; Eros. Pray you be patient:
Against the truth of love he has raised rebellion, The noble Cæsar loves still.
Deted his holy flames.

Cleo. What is his will?
Eros. He will fall back again,

Apol. He craves access unto your highness. And satisfy your grace.

Cleo. No;
Clev. Had I been old,

Say, no; I will have none to trouble n .
Or blasted in my bud, he might have shewed Ars. Good sister!
Some shadow of dislike: But, to prefer

Cleo. None, 1 say; I will be private.
The lustre of a little trash, Arsinoe,

'Would thou hadst flung me into Nilus, keeper,

at him!

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When first thou gavest consent, to bring my body | Gave all your thoughts to gold, that men of glory,
To this unthankful Cæsar!

And minds adorned with noble love, would kick
Apol. 'Twas your will, madam,

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.

you,
And carry it to that lordly Cæsar sent thce; Called you dear Cæsar,' hung about you ten-
There's a new love, a handsome one, a rich one, derly,
One that will hug his mind : Bid him make love Was proud to appear your

friend
to it;

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;
Enter CÆSAR.

And, as you had been sold to sordid infamy,
Apol. He enters.

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!-
Cleo. Away with your foul Aatteries ;

Dear mistress, shall I but this night-
They are too gross ! But that I dare be angry, Cleo. Ilow, Cæsar?
And with as great a god as Cæsar is,

Have I let slip a second vanity,
To shew how poorly I respect

his
memory,

That gives thee hope?
I would not speak to you.

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,

hear thee;
Whether I may put on a
atience,

Examine all thy art of war to do that,
Tiiae will with honour suffer me. Know, I hate And, if thou findest it possible, I'll love thee :

Till when, farewell, unthankful !
Let that begin the story: Now, I'll tell you. Cæsar. Stay!

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,
Cleo. And that great blessedness

Casur. Thus low, beauty-
You reaped of me: Till you taught my nature, Cleo. It is too late; when I have found thee
Like a rude storm, to talk aloud, and thunder,

absolute,
Sleep was not gentler than my soul, and stiller. The man, that fam reports

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
You flung me off, before the court disgraced me, beauty;
When in the pride I appeared of all my beanty, I will not be denied; I'll force my longing !
Appeared your mistress; took into your eyes Love is best pleased, when roundly we compel
The common strumpet, love of hated lucre,
Courted with cyctous heart the slavo of nature, And, as he is imperious, so will I be.

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him;

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

your
faces ?
you look all distracted.

And
you

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.
To the lewd god of love and cowardice,
And most lasciviously die in delights,

SCENE III.
You are begirt with the fierce Alexandrians.
Dol. The spawn of Egypt flow about your

Enter Soldiers
palace,

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.
Take me provoking broth, and then go to her,
Go to your love, and let her feel your valour.

Enter SEPTIMIUS,
When the sword is in your throat, sir,

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,

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us.

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,

altạr,
Some excellent salve for a sore beart. Are you Nor with thy reeking bands pollute the sacrifice;
Septimius, that base knave, that betrayed Pom- Thou art marked for shame eternak! [Exit.
pey?

Sept. Look all on me,
Sept. I was, and am; unless your honest thoughts And let me be a story, left to time,
Will look upon my penitence, and save me, Of blood and infamy! How base and ugly
I must be ever villain. Ob, good soldiers, Ingratitude appears, with all her profits !
You, that have Roman hearts, take heed of false- How monstrous my hoped grace at court! Good
hood;

soldiers,
bi Take heed of blood; take beed of foul ingrati- Let neither flattery, nor the witching sound
tude!

Of high and soft preferment, touch your gooduçss :
The gods have scarce a mercy for those mischiefs. To be valiant, old, and honest, oh, what blessed-
Take heed of pride ; it was that, that brought me
to it.

1 Sold. Dost thou want any thing!
9 Sold. This fellow would make a rare speech Sept. Nothing but your prayers.
at the gallows.

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;

else.

(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
3 Sold. An excellent villain !

right hand.
1 Sold. A more sweet pious knave, I never This fellow dares, and knows, and must be heart-

ened.
2 Sold. He was happy he was rascal, to come Art thou so poor to blench at what thou hast done?
to this.

Is conscience a comrade for an old soldiers

Achil. It is not that; it may be some disgrace,
Enter ACHOREUS.

That he takes heavily, and would be cherished.
Who is this? a priest?

Septimius ever scorned to shew such weakness.
Sept. Oh, stay, most holy sir !

Sept. Let me alone; I am not for your pur-
And, by the gods of Egypt, I conjure ye,

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.
That restless gnaw upon my life, and save me ! Pho. Thou shalt be noble;
Orestes' bloody hands fell on his mother, And who dares think then, that thou art not ho-
Yet at the holy altar he was pardoned.

nest?

heard yet.

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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

you

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:
And that will lessen it, if not work it out.

A noble fate waits on thee.
To go complaining thus, and thus repenting, Sept. I now feel
Like a poor girl that had betrayed her maiden- Myself returning rascal speedily,
head-

Oh, that I had the power-
Sept. I'll stop mine ears.

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.
Achil. He begins to hearken.

Give me instructions, and put action on me,
Thy misery so great, men will not bury thee. A glorious cause upon my sword's point, gen-
Sept. That this were true !

tlemen,
Pho. Why does this conquering Cæsar And let my wit and valour work. You will raise
Labour through the world's deep seas of toils and

me, troubles,

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.
Why does he slaughter thousands in a battle, Womanish fear, farewell! I'll never melt more.
And whip his country with the sword ? to cry for Lead on to some great thing, to wake my spirit!
it?

I cut the cedar Pompey, and I'll fell
Thou killedst great Pompey: He'll kill all his This huge oak Cæsar, too.
kindred,

Pho. Now thou singest sweetly,
And justify it; nay, raise up trophies to it. And Ptolomy shall crown thee for thy service.
When thou hearest him repent (he is held most Achil. He's well wrought; put him on apace,
- holy too),

before cooling.

[Exeunt.

my

ACT V.

SCENE 1.
Enter CÆSAR, Antony, and DOLABELLA.
Ant. The tumult still encreases.

Casar. Oh, my fortune!
My lustful folly rather! But 'tis well,
And worthily I'm made a bondman's prey,
That (after all my glorious victories,
In which I passed so many seas of dangers,
When all the elements conspircd against me)

Would yield up the dominion of this head
To any mortal power; so blind and stupid,
To trust these base Egyptians, that proclained
Their perjuries in noble Pompey's death,
And yet that could not warn me!

Dól. Be still Cæsar,
Who ever loved to exercise his fate,
Where danger looked most dreadful.

Ant. If you fall,
Fall not alone; let the king and his sister

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