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Thou wert born as near a crown as he.
Sept. He was poor.
Pho. Help to raise thee.
Sept. I now feel
Achil. Thou shalt have all ;
mire thee, And the vices of Septimius shall turn virtues. Sept. Off, off! thou must off; off, my cowar
dice! Puling repentance, off!
Pho. Now thou speak'st nobly.
men, And let my wit and valour work. You'll raise me, And make me out-dare all my miseries.
Pho. All this, and all thy wishes.
Sept. Use me, then. Womanish fear, farewell! I'll never melt more. Lead on to some great thing, to wake my spirit ! I cut the cedar Pompey, and I'll fell This huge oak Cæsar, too.
Pho. Now thou sing'st sweetly, And Ptolomy shall crown thee for thy service. Achil. He's well wrought; put him on apace, before cooling.
Cæsar. He comes, and I Shall do as I find cause.
Dól. Be still Cæsar,
Ant. If you fall,
safety, Without their warrant.
Casar. For the young king, I know not How he may be misled; but for his sister, Unequalled Cleopatra, 'twere a kind Of blasphemy to doubt her: Ugly treason Durst never dwell in such a glorious building; Nor can so clear and great a spirit as her’s is Admit of falsehood.
Ant. Let us seize on him then;
Dol. If he have power,
Enter PTOLOMY, ACHOREUS, and APOLLODO
RUS. Ptol. Let not great Cæsar Impute the breach of hospitality To you my guest, to me! I am contemned, And my rebellious subjects lift their hands Against my head; and would they aimed no furs
ther, Provided that I fell a sacrifice To gain you safety! That this is not feigned, The boldness of my innocence may confirm you : Had I been privy to their bloody plot, I now had led them on, and given fair gloss To their bad cause, by being present with them; But I, that yet taste of the punishment In being false to Pompey, will not make A second fault to Cæsar, uncompelled : With such as have not yet shook off obedience, I'yield myself to you, and will take part In all your dangers.
Casar. This pleads your excuse,
Achor. If they've any touch
Apol. This part of the palace
Cæsar. Cæsar besieged ? Oh, stain to my great actions! 'Twas my custom An army routed, as my feet had wings, To be first in the chase; nor walls, nor bulwark Could guard those, that escaped the battle's fury From this strong arm; and I to be enclosed ! My heart ! my heart! But 'tis necessity, To which the gods must yield, and I obey, 'Till I redeem it by some glorious way. (Exeunt.
Upon what grounds hast thou presumed to raise SCENE II.
Thy servile hand against the king? or me,
That have a greater name?
Pho. On those, by which
Thou didst presume to pass the Rubicon
Of traitor, smile, as thou didst, when Marcellus,
Was crowned with fair success. Why should we
And be compelled to bear this from a slave,
That would not brook great Pompey his superior !
Achil. Thy glories now have touched the highPho. The better;
est point, The globe of empire must be so manured. And must descend. Sept. Rome, that from Romulus first took her Pho. Despair, and think we stand name,
The champions of Rome, to wreak her wrongs, Had her walls watered with a crimson shower, Upon whose liberty thou hast set thy foot. Drained from a brother's heart; nor was she Sept. And that the ghosts of all those noble raised
Ant. Darest thou speak, and remember
To die like Romans; if ye faint, resolve
To starve like wretches ! I disdain to change
Another syllable with you.
Ant. Let us die nobly;
[Exeunt Pho. ACHIL. SEPT Pho. Let her live
And rather fall upon each other's sword,
Casar. That fortune,
Will smile again upon me: Who will pay her Leave me to work her.
Or sacrifice, or vows, if she forsake Achil. I will undertake
Her best of works in me? or suffer him, For Ptolomy.
Whom with a strong hand she hath led triumphant Sept. Cæsar shall be my task;
Through the whole western world, and Rome acAnd as in Pompey I began a name,
knowledged I'll perfect it in Cæsar !
Her sovereign lord, to end ingloriously Enier aborce, CÆSAR, PTOLOMY, ACHOREUS, Must, by a way more horrid, be avoided,
A life admired by all? The threaten’d danger APOLLODORUS, ANTONY, and DOLABELLA.
And I will run the hazard. Fire the palace, Pho. 'Tis resolved then;
And the rich magazines that neighbour it, We'll force our passage.
In which the wealth of Egypt is contained ! Achil. See, they do appear,
Start not; it shall be so; that while the people As they desired a parley.
Labour in quenching the ensuing Aames, Pho. I am proud yet
Like Cæsar, with this handful of my friends, I have brought them to capitulate.
Through fire, and swords, I force a passage to Ptol. Now, Photinus
My conquering legions. King, if thou darest, folPho. Now, Ptolomy !
low, Ptol. No addition?
Where Cæsar leads; or live, or die, a freeman ! Pho. We are equal,
If not, stay here a bondman to thy slave, Though Cæsar's name were put into the scale, And, dead, be thought unworthy of a grave! In which our worth is weighed.
(Ercunt. Casar. Presumptuous villain!
To me alone, but bound by terrible oathis
Not to discover it, he hath revealed
A dismal vault, whose dreadful mouth does open
A mile beyond the city: In this cave
Ant. If you believe him,
Sept. Then in the dead of night, I'll bring you When I killed Pompey; nor can I hope better,
back When Cæsar is dispatched. Services done Into a private room, where you shall find For such as only study their own ends,
Photinus, and Achillas, and the rest Too great to be rewarded, are returned
Of their commanders, close at counsel. With deadly hate: I learned this principle
Cæsar. Good; In his own school. Yet still he fools me; well; What follows ? And yet he trusts me: Since I in my nature Sept. Fall me fairly on their throats : Was fashioned to be false, wherefore should I, Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude That killed my general, and a Roman, one Will easily disperse. To whom I owed all nourishments of life,
Cæsar. Oh, devil! away with him! Be true to an Egyptian? To save Cæsar, Nor true to friend nor enemy? Cæsar scorns And turn Photinus' plots on his own head, To find his safety, or revenge (As it is in my power) redeem my credit, So base a way; or owe the means of life And live, to lie, and swear again in fashion, To such a leprous traitor! I have towered Oh, 'twere a master-piece! Ha! curse me! Cæsar? For victory, like a falcon in the clouds, How's he got off?
Not digged for't, like a mole. Our swords, and
cause, Enter CÆSAR, PTOLOMY, ANTONY, DOLA- Make way for us: And that it may appear
BELLA, ACHOREUS, APOLLODORUS, and Sol-We took a noble course, and hate base treason, diers.
Some soldiers, that would merit Cæsar's favour, Cæsar. The fire has took,
Hang him on yonder turret, and then follow And shews the city like a second Troy ;
The lane, this sword makes for you.
[Erit. The navy too is scorched ; the people greedy
I Sold. Here's a belt; To save their wealth and houses, while their Though I die for it, I'll use it. soldiers
2 Sold. 'Tis too good Make spoil of all: Only Achillas' troops
To truss a cur in. Make good their guard; break through them, we Sept. Save me! here is gold. are safe.
1 Sold. If Rome. r'll lead you like a thunderbolt !
Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help Sept. Stay, Cæsar.
thee. César. Who's this? the dog Septimius? 2 Sold. Hang not an arse! Ant. Cut his throat.
1 Sold. Goad him on with thy sword! Dol. You barked but now; fawn you so soon? Thou dost deserve a worser end; and may Sept. Oh, hear me !
All such conclude so, that their friends betray! What I'll deliver is for Cæsar's safety,
[Exeunt, For all your good. Ant. Good from a mouth like thine,
Enter severally; ARSINOE, Eros, and CLEO-
Ars. We are lost! To say I am a Roman.
Ars. Confusion, fire and swords,
Circle us round!
Eros. The king's command they laugh at, Ant. I'll trust the devil sooner,
And jeer at Cæsar's threats. And make a safer bargain.
Ars. My brother seized on Sept. I am trusted
By the Roman, as thought guilty of the tumult, With all Photinus' secrets.
And forced to bear him company, as marked out Ant. There's no doubt then,
For his protection, or revenge. Thou wilt be false.
Eros. They've broke Sept. Still to be true to you.
Into my cabinet; my trunks are ransacked. Dol. And very likely.
Ars. I've lost my jewels too; but that's the Casar. Be brief; the means ?
least: Sept. Thus, Cæsar:
The barbarous raşcals, against all humanity
Or sense of pity, have killed my little dog, Be swallowed up, remember who I am,
Whose daughter, and whose sister; or, suppose Eros. They rifled me:
That is forgot too, let the name of Cæsar But that I could endure, and tire them too, (Which nations quake at) stop thy desperate madWould they proceed no further. Ars. Oh, my sister!
From running headlong on to thy confusion. Eros. My queen, my mistress !
Throw from thee quickly those rebellious arms, Ars. Can you stand unmoved, when
And let me read submission in thine eyes; The earthquake of rebellion shakes the city, Thy wrongs to us we will not only pardon, And the court trembles ?
But be a ready advocate to plead for thee Cleo. Yes, Arsinoe,
To Cæsar and my brother. And with a masculine constancy deride
Pho. Plead my pardon! Fortune's worst malice, as a servant to
To you I bow; but scorn as much to stoop thus My virtues, not a mistress : Then we forsake To Ptolomy, to Cæsar, nay the gods, The strong fort of ourselves, when we once yield, As to put off the figure of a man, Or shrink at her assaults; I'm still myself, And change my essence with a sensual beast: And though disrobed of sovereignty, and ravished All my designs, my counsels, and dark ends, Of ceremonious duty, that attends it:
Were aimed to purchase you. Nay, grant they had slaved my body, my free Cleo. How durst thou, being mind,
The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought! Like to the palm-tree walling fruitful Nile, Pho. They, that have power, are royal; and Shall grow up straighter, and enlarge itself,
those base, Spite of the envious weight that loads it with. That live at the devotion of another, Think of thy birth, Arsinoe ; common burdens What birth gave Ptolomy, or fortune Cæsar, Fit common shoulders : Teach the multitude, By engines fashioned in this Protean anvil, By suffering nobly what they fear to touch at, I have made mine; and only stoop at you, The greatness of thy mind does soar a pitch, Whom I would still preserve free, to command me. Their dim eyes, darkned by their narrow souls, For Cæsar's frowns, they are below my thoughts; Cannot arrive at.
And, but in these fair eyes I still have read Ars. I am new created,
The story of a supreme monarchy, And owe this second being to you, best sister; To which all hearts, with mine, gladly pay triFor now I feel you have infused into me
bute, Part of your fortitude.
Photinus' name had long since been as great Eros. I still am fearful:
As Ptolomy's e'er was, or Cæsar's is. I dare not tell a lie: You, that were born This made me, as a weaker tie, to unloose Daughters and sisters unto kings, may nourish The knot of loyalty, that chained my freedom, Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble And slight the fear, that Cæsar's threats might
handmaid, Must not presume to rival.
That I and they might see no sun appear, Cleo. Yet, my Eros,
But Cleopatra, in the Egyptian sphere. Though thou hast profited nothing by observing Cleo. Oh, giant-like ambition, married to The whole course of my life, learn in my death, Cymerian darkness ! Inconsiderate fool! Though not to equal, yet to imitate,
Though flatter'd with self-love, could'st thou be Thy fearless mistress.
Were all crowns on the earth made into one, Enter PHOTINUS.
And that, by kings, set on thy head; all sceptres Eros. Oh, a man in arms!
Within thy grasp, and laid down at my feet, drawn too!
I would vouchsafe to kiss a no-man?
A gelded eunuch?
But true love to the greatness of thy spirit,
That, when that you are mine, shall yield me pleaCleo. What sea of rudeness Breaks in upon us? or what subject's breath Hymen, tho' blessing a new married pair, Dare raise a storm, when we command a calm ? Sħall blush to think on, and our certain issue, Are duty and obedience fled to heaven,
The glorious splendor of dread majesty ; And, in their room, ambition and pride
Whose beams shall dazzle Rome, and awe the Sent into Egypt? That face speaks thee Photinus,
Cleo. Baser than thy birth!
Ram thee into the earth! All loyalty to Ptolomy the king
Pho. They are asleep,
And cannot hear thee: Or, with open eyes Yielding a chearful music. We showered darts Did Jove look on us, I would faugh and swear Upon them, but in vain ; they reached their ships, That his artillery is cloyed by me:
And in their safety we are sunk; for Cæsar Or, if that they have power to hurt, his bolts Prepares for war. Are in my hand.
Pho. How fell the king? Cleo. Most impious !
To follow Cæsar, he was trod to death
Pho. I feel now,
Against the gods? I see calamity In that I am the mistress of my fate,
Is the best mistress of religion, So hope I of my sister : to confirin it,
And can convert an atheist. [Shout within. I spit at thee, and scorn thee!
Pho. Oh, they come! Pho. I will tame
Mountains fall on me! Oh, for him to die, That haughty courage, and make it stoop too. That placed his heaven on earth, is an assurance Cleo. Never!
Of his descent to hell! Where shall I hide me? I was born to command, and I will die so. The greatest daring to a man dishonest,
Is but a bastard courage, ever fainting. [Erit. Enter ACHILLAS, and Soldiers, with the body of PTOLOMY.
Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, and DOLAPho. The king dead? This is a fair entrance to Our future happiness.
Cæsar. Look on your Cæsar! banish fear, my Ars. Oh, my dear brother!
fairest; Cleo. Weep not, Arsinoe, (common women do You now are safe! so)
Sce. By Venus, not a kiss Nor lose a tear for him; it cannot help him ; 'Till our work be done! The traitors once dise But study to die nobly.
patched, Pho. Cæsar fled ?
To it, and we'll cry aim. 'Tis deadly aconite to my cold heart;
Cæsar. I will be speedy. It choaks my vital spirits! Where was your care?
(Ereunt CÆSAR and train. Did the guards sleep?
Cleo. Farewell again ! - Arsinoe! How now, Achil. He roused them with his sword;
Eros? (We talk of Mars, but I am sure his courage
Ever faint-hearted? Admits of no comparison but itself!)
Eros. But that I am assured And, as inspired by him, his following friends, Your excellency can command the general, With such a confidence as young eaglets prey, I fear the soldiers, for they look as if Under the large wing of their fiercer dam, They would be nibbling too. Brake throughour troops, and scattered them. He Cleo. He is all honour; went on,
Nor do I now repent me of my favours, But still pursued by us : When, on the sudden, Nor can I think nature e'er made a woman, He turned his head, and from his eyes flew terror, That in her prime deserved him. Which struck in us no less fear and amazement, Than if we had encounter'd with the lightning,
Enter CÆSAR, SCEVA, ANTONY, DOLABELLA, Hurled from Jove's cloudy brow.
and Soldiers, with the heads. Cleo. 'Twas like my Cæsar!
Ars. He's come back. Achil. We fallen back, he made on; and, as Casar. Pursue no further; curb the soldiers' our fear
fury! Had parted from us with his dreadful looks, See, beauteous mistress, their accursed heads, Again we followed : But, got near the sea, That did conspire against us. On which his navy anchored, in one hand
Sce. Furies plague them! Holding a scroll he had above the waves, They had too fair an end, to die like soldiers : And in the other grasping fast his sword, Pompey fell by the sword; the cross or halter As it had been a trident forged by Vulcan Should have dispatched them. To calm the raging ocean, he made away,
Casar. All's but death, good Sceva; As if he had been Neptune ; his friends, like Be therefore satisfied. And now, my dearest, So many Tritons, followed, their bold shouts Look upon Cæsar, as he still appeared,