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Be buried in your ruins : On my life,
SCENE II. They both are guilty! Reason may assure you,
Enter PHOTINUS, Achillas, Septimius, and Photinus nor Achillas durst attempt you,
Soldiers. Or shake one dart, or sword, aimed at your safety,
Pho. There's no retiring now; we are broke Without their warrant. Cæsar. For the young king, I know not
The deed past hope of pardon. If we prosper, How he may be misled; but for his sister, 'Twill be stiled lawful, and we shall give laws C'nequalled Cleopatra, 'twere a kind
To those, that now command us : Stop not at Of blasphemy to doubt her : Ugly treason Or loyalty, or duty ; bold ambition Durst never dwell in such a glorious building ; To dare, and power to do, gave the first difference Nor can so clear and great a spirit as hers is
Between the king and subject. Cæsar's motto, Admit of falsehood.
Aut Casar aut nihil, each of us must claim, Ant. Let us seize on him then;
And use it as our own, And leave her to her fortune.
Achil. The deed is bloody, Dol. If he have power,
If we conclude in Ptolomy's death. l'se it to your security, and let
Pho. The better; His honesty acquit him; if he be false,
The globe of empire must be so manured. It is too great an honour he should die
Sept. Rome, that from Romulus first took her By your victorious hand.
name, Cesar. He comes, and I
Had her walls watered with a crimson shower, Shall do as I find cause.
Drained from a brother's heart; nor was she
raised Exter Prolony, Achoreus, and APOLLODORUS. To this prodigious height, that overlooks
Three full parts of the earth, that pay her tribute, Ptol. Let not great Cæsar
But by enlarging of her narrow bounds, Impute the breach of hospitality
By the sack of neighbour cities, not made hers To you, my guest, to me! I am contemned, 'Till they were cemented with the blood of those And my rebellious subjects lift their hands That did possess them : Cæsar, Ptolomy, Against my head; and 'would they aimed no fur- Now I am steeled, to me are empty naines, ther,
Esteemed as Pompey's was.
Pho. Well said, Septimius !
Achil. But what course take we
For the princess Cleopatra ? I now had led them on, and given fair gloss
Pho. Let her live To their bad cause, by being present with a while, to make us sport; she shall authorize them;
Our undertakings to the ignorant people, But I, that yet taste of the punishment
As if what we do were by her command: In being false to Pompey, will not make
But, our triumvirate government once confirmed; A second fault to Cæsar, uncompelled :
She bears her brother company: That's my proWith such as have not yet shook off obedience,
vince; I yield myself to you, and will take part
Leave me to work her. In all your dangers.
Achil. I will undertake Cesar. This pleads your excuse,
For Ptolomy. And I receive it.
Sept. Cæsar shall be my task; Achor. If they have any touch
And as in Pompey I began a name,
I'll perfect it in Cæsar!
Enter above, Cæsar, ProLoMY, ACHOREUS, Apol. This part of the palace
APOLLODORUS, ANTONY, and DOLABELLA. Is vet defensible; we may make it good
Pho. 'Tis resolved then; Till your powers rescue us.
We'll furce our passage.
Achil. See, they do appear,
Pho. I am proud yet
Ptol. No addition
Pho. We are equal, 'Till I redeem it by some glorious way. (Ereunt. Though Cæsar's name were put into the scale,
In which our worth is Weighed.
Where Cæsar leads; or live, or die, a freeman! Casar. Presumptuous villain!
If not, stay here a bondman to thy slave, Upon what grounds hast thou presumed to raise And, dead, be thought unworthy of a grave! Thy servile hand against the king? or me,
When I killed Pompey; nor can I hope better, Think on that, Cæsar!
When Cæsar is dispatched. Services done Casar. Ob, the gods! be braved thus? For such as only study their own ends, And be compelled to bear this from a slave, Too great to be rewarded, are returned That would not brook great Pompey his superior! With deadly hate : I learned this principle Achil. Thy glories now trave touched the high- In his own school. Yet still be fools me; well; est point,
And yet he trusts me : Since I in my nature And must descend.
Was fashioned to be false, wherefore should I, Pho. Despair, and think we stand
That killed my general, and a Román, one, The champions of Rome, to wreak her wrongs, To whom I owed all nourishments of life, l'pon whose liberty thou hast set thy foot. Be true to an Egyptian? To save Cæsar, Sept. And that the ghosts of all those noble And turn Photinus' plots on his own head, Romans,
(As it is in my power) redeem my credit, That by thy sword fell in this civil war, And live, to lie, and swear again in fashion, Expect revenge.
Oh,'twere a master-piece! Ha! curse me! Cæsar? Ant. Darest thou speak, and remember How has he got off? There was a Pompey? Pho. There's no hope to escape us:
Enter Cæsar, PTOLONY, ANTONY, DOLABELLA, If that, against the odds we have upon you,
ACHOREUS, APOLLODORUS, and soldiers. You dare come forth and fight, receive the honour Cæsar. The fire has took, To die like Romans; if ve faint, resolve
And shews the city like a second Troy; To starve like wretches ! I disdain to change The navy too is scorched; the people greedy Another syllable with you.
To save their wealth and houses, while their Ant. Let us die nobly;
soldiers [E.reunt Pho. Achil. Sept. Make spoil of all: Only Achillas' troops. And rather fall upon cach other's sword, Make good their guard; break through them, we Than coine into these villains' hands.
are sate, Cesar. That fortune,
I'll lead you like a thunder-bolt !
Ant. Cut his throat.
Sept. Oh, hear me !
That never belched but blasphemy and treason, Her sovereign lord, to end ingloriously
On festival days!
Dol. Rogue, I grant thee.
Ant. I'll trust the devil sooner,
With all Photinus' secrets.
Ant. There's no doubt then,
And forced to bear him company, as marked out Thou wilt be false.
For his protection, or revenge. Sept. Still to be true to you.
Eros. They have broke Dol. And very likely.
Into my cabinet; my trunks are ransacked. Casar. Be brief; the means ?
Ars. I've lost my jewels too; but that's the Sept. Thus, Cæsar :
Or sense of pity, have killed my little dog,
Eros. They rifled me :
But that I could endure, and tire them too, Ant. If you believe him,
Would they proceed no further. He'll bury us alive.
Ars. Oh, my sister! Dol. I'll fly in the air first.
Eros. My queen, my mistress ! Sept. Then in the dead of night, I'll bring you Ars. Can you stand unmoved, when back
The earthquake of rebellion shakes the city, Into a private room, where you shall find
And the court trembles? Photinus, and Achillas, and the rest
Cleo. Yes, Arsinoe, Of their commanders, close at counsel.
And with a masculine constancy deride Casar. Good;
Fortune's worst malice, as a servant to What follows?
My virtues, not a mistress : Then we forsake Sept. Fall me fairly on their throats :
The strong fort of ourselves, when we once yield, Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude Or shrink at her assaults; I am still myself, Will easily disperse.
And though disrobed of sovereignty, and ravished Cusar. "Oh, devil! away with him!
Of ceremonious duty, that attends it;
Spite of the envious weight, that loads it with. Not digged for it, like a mole. Our swords, and I Think of thy birth, Arsinoe; cominon burdens cause,
Fit common shoulders : Teach the multitude, Make way for us: And that it may appear By suffering nobly what they fear to touch at, We took a noble course, and hate base treason, The greatness of thy mind does soar a pitch, Some soldiers, that would merit Cæsar's favour, Their dim eyes, darkened by their narrow souls, Hlang him on yonder turret, and then follow Cannot arrive at. The lane, this sword makes for you. [Erit. Ars. I am new created, 1 Sold. Here is a belt;
And owe this second being to you, best sister; Though I die for it, I'll use it.
For now I feel you have infused into me 2 Sold. 'Tis too good
Part of vour fortitude. To truss a cur in.
Eros. I still am fearful : Sept. Save me! here is gold.
I dare not tell a lie : You, that were born 1 Sold. If Roine
Daughters and sisters unto kings, may nourish Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble thee.
handmaid, 1 Sold. Goad him on with thy sword!
Must not presume to rival. Thou dost deserve a worser end; and may
Cleo. Yet, my Eros, All such conclude so, that their friends betray! Though thou hast profited nothing by observing
[Ereunt. The whole course of my life, learn in my death,
Though not to equal, yet to imitate,
Thy fearless mistress.
Enter PHOTINUS. Ars. We are lost!
Eros. Oh, a man in arms ! Eros. Undone !
weapon drawn too! Ars. Confusion, fire and swords,
Cleo. Though upon the point And fury in the soldiers' face more horrid, Death sat, l’il meet it, and out-dare the danger. Circle us round!
Pho. Keep the watch strong; and guard the Eros. The king's command they laugh at,
passage sure, And jeer at Cæsar's threats.
That leads into the sea. Ars. My brother seized on
Cleo. What sea of rudeness By the Roman, as thought guilty of the tumult, Breaks in upon us? or what subject's breath VOL. I.
Dare raise a storin, when we command a calm? Pho. I wil tame
That haughty courage, and make it stoop too. And, in their room, ambition and pride
Cleo. Never ! Sent into Egypt? That face speaks thee Photinus, I was born to command, and I will die so. A thing, thy mother brought into the world My brother's and my slave: But thy behaviour,
Enter Acuillas, and Soldiers, with the body of Opposed to that, an insolent intruder
Ptolomy. Upon that sovereignty, thou shouldșt bow to! Pho. The king dead? This is a fair entrance to It' in the gulph of base ingratitude,
Our future happiness. All loyalty to Ptolomy the king
Ars, Oh, dear brother! Be swailowed up, remember who I am,
Cleo. Weep not, Arsinoe, (common women do Whose daughter, and whose sister; or, suppose
so) That is forgot too, let the name of Cæsar Nor lose a tear for him; it cannot help him ; (Which nations quake at) stop thy desperate mad- But study to die nobly.
Pho. Cæsar fled ? From running headlong on to thy confusion. 'Tis deadly aconite to my cold heart; Throw from thee quickly those rebellious arms, It choaks my vital spirits! Where was your care! And let me read submission in thine eyes; Did the guards sleep? Thy wrongs to us we will not only pardon,
Achil. He roused them with his sword; But be a ready advocate to plead for thec (We talk of Mars, but I am sure his courage To Cæsar and my brother.
Admits of no comparison but itself!) Pho. Plead my pardon!
And, as inspired by him, his following friends, To you I bow; but scorn as much to stoop thus With such a contidence as young eaglets prey, To Ptolomy, to Cæsar, nay the gods,
Under the large wing of their fiercer dam, As to put off the figure of a man,
Brake through our troops, and scattered them. And change my essence with a sensual beast :
He went on, All my designs, my counsels, and dark ends, But still pursued by us : When, on the sudden, Were aimed to purchase you.
He turned his head, and from his eyes flew terror, Cleo. How durst thou, being
Which struck in us no less fear and amazement, The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought! Than if we had encountered with the lightning, Pho. They, that have power, are royal; and Hurled from Jove's cloudy brow. those base,
Cleo. 'Twas like my Cæsar! That live at the devotion of another.
Achil. We fallen back, he made on; and, as What birth gave Ptolomy, or fortune Cæsar, By engines fashioned in this Protean anvil, Had parted from us with his dreadful looks, I have made mine; and only stoop at you, Again we followed : But, got near the sea, Whom I would still preserve free, to command On which his navy anchored, in one hand
Holding a scroll he had above the waves, For Cæsar's frowns, they are below my thoughts; And in the other grasping fast his sword, And, but in these fair eyes I still have read As it had been a trident forged by Vulcan The story of a monarchy supreme,
To calm the raging ocean, he made away, To which all hearts, with mine, gladly pay tri- As if he had been Neptune ; his friends, like bute,
So many Tritons followed, their bold shouts Photinus' name bad long since been as great Yielding a chearful music. We showered darts As Ptolomy's e'er was, or Cæsar's is.
Upon them, but in vain; they reached their ships: This made me, as a weaker tie, to unloose And in their safety we are sunk; for Cæsar The knot of loyalty, that chained my freedom, Prepares for war. And slight the fear, that Cæsar's threats might Pho. How fell the king? cause;
Achil. Unable That I and they might see no sun appear,
To follow Cæsar, he was trod to death
By the pursuers, and with him the priest
Ars. May the earth
Pho. I feel now, Pho. They are asleep,
That there are powers above us; and that 'tis not And cannot hear thee: Or, with open eyes Within the searching policies of man Did Jove look on us, I would laugh and swear To alter their decrees. That his artillery is cloyed by me:
Cleo. I laugh at thee! Or, if that they have power to hurt, his bolts Where are thy threats now, fool? thy scoffs and Are in my hand. Cleo. Most impious !
Against the gods? I see calamity
Is the best mistress of religion,
Cleo. He is all honour;
Nor can I think nature e'er made a woman,
Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, DOLABELLA,
and Soldiers, with the heads. Is but a bastard courage, ever fainting. [Exit. Ars. He's come back.
Cæsar. Pursue no further; curb the soldiers' Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, Antony, and DOLA
See, beauteous mistress, their accursed heads, Cesar. Look on your Cæsar! banish fear, my 'That did conspire against us. fairest;
Sce. Furies plague them! You now are safe!
They had too fair an end, to die like soldiers : Sce. By Venus, not a kiss
Pompey fell by the sword; the cross or halter Till our work be done! The traitors once dis- Should have dispatched them. patched,
Cæsar. All's but death, good Sceva; To it, and we'll cry aim.
Be therefore satisfied. And now, my dearest, (esar. I will be speedy.
Look upon Cæsar, as he still appeared,
Will shew he can give kingdoms; for the senate, Eros. But that I am assured
Thy brother dead, shall willingly decree Your excellency can command the general, The crown of Egypt, that was his, to thee. I fear the soldiers.