Chapter III: Part 3

_Cæs._ The fire has took,
And shews the City like a second _Troy_,
The Navy too is scorch'd, the people greedy
To save their Wealth and Houses, whilst their Souldiers
Make spoil of all; only _Achillas's_ Troops
Make good their Guard, break through them, we are safe;
I'll lead you like a Thunder-bolt.

_Sept._ Stay, _Cæsar_.

_Cæs._ Who's this? the Dog, _Septimius_?

_Ant._ Cut his throat.

_Dol._ You bark'd but now, fawn you so soon?

_Sept._ O hear me,
What I'll deliver is for _Cæsars_ safety,
For all your good.

_Ant._ Good from a mouth like thine,
That never belch'd but blasphemy, and treason on Festival days!

_Sept._ I am an altered man, altered indeed,
And will give you cause to say I am a _Roman_.

_Dol._ Rogue, I grant thee.

_Sept._ Trust me, I'll make the passage smooth, and easie
For your escape.

_Ant._ I'll trust the Devil sooner,
And make a safer Bargain.

_Sept._ I am trusted
With all _Photinus's_ secrets.

_Ant._ There's no doubt then
Thou wilt be false.

_Sept._ Still to be true to you.

_Dol._ And very likely.

_Cæs._ Be brief, the means?

_Sept._ Thus, _Cæsar_,
To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths
Not to discover it, he hath reveal'd
A dismal Vault, whose dreadful mouth does open
A mile beyond the City: in this Cave
Lye but two hours conceal'd.

_Ant._ If you believe him,
He'll bury us alive.

_Dol._ I'll flye in the Air first.

_Sept._ Then in the dead of night I'll bring you back
Into a private room, where you shall find
_Photinus_, and _Achillas_, and the rest
Of their Commanders close at Council.

_Cæs._ Good, what follows?

_Sept._ Fall me fairly on their throats,
Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude
Will easily disperse.

_Cæs._ O Devil! away with him;
Nor true to Friend nor Enemy? _Cæsar_ scorns
To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs
So base a way; or owe the means of life
To such a leprous Traytor, I have towr'd
For Victory like a Faulcon in the Clouds,
Nor dig'd for't like a Mole; our Swords and Cause
Make way for us, and that it may appear
We took a noble Course, and hate base Treason,
Some Souldiers that would merit _Cæsar's_ favour,
Hang him on yonder Turret, and then follow
The lane this Sword makes for you. [_Exit._

_1 Sold._ Here's a Belt,
Though I dye for it I'll use it.

_2 Sold._ 'Tis too good
To truss a Cur in.

_Sept._ Save me, here's Gold.

_1 Sold._ If _Rome_
Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help thee.

_2 Sold._ Hang not an arse.

_1 Sold._ Goad him on with thy Sword;
Thou dost deserve a worser end, and may
All such conclude so, that their friends betray. [_Exeunt._

SCENE IV.

_Enter (severally)_ Arsino, Eros, Cleopatra.

_Ars._ We are lost.

_Eros_. Undone.

_Ars._ Confusion, Fire, and Swords,
And fury in the Souldiers face more horrid
Circle us round.

_Eros_. The Kings Command they laugh at,
And jeer at _Cæsars_ threats.

_Ars._ My Brother seiz'd on
By the _Roman_, as thought guilty of the tumult,
And forc'd to bear him company, as mark'd out
For his protection or revenge.

_Eros_. They have broke
Into my Cabinet; my Trunks are ransack'd.

_Ars._ I have lost my jewels too: but that's the least:
The barbarous Rascals, against all humanity,
Or sense of pity, have kill'd my little Dog,
And broke my Monkeys Chain.

_Eros_. They rifled me:
But that I could endure, would they proceed no further.

_Ars._ O my Sister!

_Eros_. My Queen, my Mistress!

_Ars._ Can you stand unmov'd
When the Earth-quake of Rebellion shakes the City,
And the Court trembles?

_Cleo._ Yes, _Arsino_,
And with a Masculine Constancy deride
Fortunes worst malice, as a Servant to
My Vertues, not a Mistress; then we forsake
The strong Fort of our selves, when we once yield,
Or shrink at her assaults; I am still my self,
And though disrob'd of Soveraignty, and ravish'd
Of ceremonious duty, that attends it,
Nay, grant they had slav'd my Body, my free mind
Like to the Palm-tree walling fruitful _Nile_,
Shall grow up straighter and enlarge it self
'Spight of the envious weight that loads it with:
Think of thy Birth (_Arsino_) common burdens
Fit common Shoulders; teach the multitude
By suffering nobly what they fear to touch at;
The greatness of thy mind does soar a pitch,
Their dim eyes (darkened by their narrow souls)
Cannot arrive at.

_Ars._ I am new created,
And owe this second being to you (best Sister)
For now I feel you have infus'd into me
Part of your fortitude.

_Eros_. I still am fearful;
I dare not tell a lie; you that were born
Daughters and Sisters unto Kings, may nourish
Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble handmaid
Must not presume to rival.

_Cleo._ Yet (my _Eros_)
Though thou hast profited nothing by observing
The whole course of my life, learn in my death,
Though not to equal, yet to imitate
Thy fearless Mistress.

_Enter_ Photinus.

_Eros_. O, a man in Arms!
His Weapon drawn too?

_Cleo._ Though upon the point
Death sate, I'll meet it, and outdare the danger.

_Pho._ Keep the Watch strong, and guard the passage sure
That leads unto the Sea.

_Cleo._ What Sea of rudeness
Breaks in upon us? or what Subjects Breath
Dare raise a storm, when we command a calm?
Are Duty and Obedience fled to Heaven?
And in their room ambition and pride
Sent into _Egypt_? That Face speaks thee, _Photinus_,
A thing thy Mother brought into the World;
My Brother's and my Slave: but thy behaviour,
Oppos'd to that, an insolent intruder
Upon that Soveraignty thou shouldst bow to.
If in the Gulph of base ingratitude,
All loyalty to _Ptolomy_ the King
Be swallowed up, remember who I am,
Whose Daughter and whose Sister; or suppose
That is forgot too; let the name of _Cæsar_
Which Nations quake at, stop the desperate madness
From running headlong on to thy Confusion.
Throw from thee quickly those rebellious Arms,
And let me read submission in thine Eyes;
Thy wrongs to us we will not only pardon,
But be a ready advocate to plead for thee
To _Cæsar_, and my Brother.

_Pho._ Plead my Pardon?
To you I bow, but scorn as much to stoop thus
To _Ptolomy_ or _Cæsar_, Nay, the gods,
As to put off the figure of a man,
And change my Essence with a sensual Beast;
All my designs, my counsels, and dark ends
Were aim'd to purchase you.

_Cleo._ How durst thou, being
The scorn of baseness, nourish such a thought?

_Pho._ They that have power are royal; and those base
That live at the devotion of another.
What birth gave _Ptolomy_, or fortune _Cæsar_,
By Engines fashion'd in this _Protean_ Anvil
I have made mine; and only stoop at you,
Whom I would still preserve free to command me;
For _Cæsar's_ frowns, they are below my thoughts,
And but in these fair Eyes I still have read
The story of a supream Monarchy,
To which all hearts with mine gladly pay tribute,
_Photinus's_ Name had long since been as great
As _Ptolomies_ e'r was, or _Cæsars_ is,
This made me as a weaker tye to unloose
The knot of Loyalty, that chain'd my freedom,
And slight the fear that _Cæsars_ threats might cause,
That I and they might see no Sun appear
But _Cleopatra_ in the _Egyptian_ Sphear.

_Cleo._ O Giant-like Ambition! marryed to
_Cymmerian_ darkness! inconsiderate Fool,
(Though flatter'd with self-love) could'st thou believe,
Were all Crowns on the Earth made into one,
And that (by Kings) set on thy head; all Scepters,
Within thy grasp, and laid down at my feet,
I would vouchsafe a kiss to a no-man?
A guelded Eunuch?

_Pho._ Fairest, that makes for me,
And shews it is no sensual appetite,
But true love to the greatness of thy Spirit,
That when that you are mine shall yield me pleasures,
_Hymen_, though blessing a new married Pair
Shall blush to think on, and our certain issue,
The glorious splendor of dread Majesty,
Whose beams shall dazel _Rome_, and aw the world,
My wants in that kind others shall supply,
And I give way to it.

_Cleo._ Baser than thy Birth;
Can there be gods, and hear this, and no thunder
Ram thee into the Earth?

_Pho._ They are asleep,
And cannot hear thee;
Or with open Eyes,
Did _Jove_ look on us, I would laugh and swear
That his artillery is cloy'd by me:
Or if that they have power to hurt, his Bolts
Are in my hand.

_Cleo._ Most impious!

_Pho._ They are dreams,
Religious Fools shake at: yet to assure thee,
If _Nemesis_, that scourges pride and scorn,
Be any thing but a name, she lives in me;
For by my self (an oath to me more dreadful
Than _Stix_ is to your gods) weak _Ptolomy_ dead,
And _Cæsar_ (both being in my toil) remov'd,
The poorest Rascals that are in my Camp
Shall in my presence quench their lustful heat
In thee, and young _Arsino_, while I laugh
To hear you howl in vain:
I deride those gods,
That you think can protect you.

_Cleo._ To prevent thee,
In that I am the Mistress of my Fate;
So hope I of my sister to confirm it.
I spit at thee, and scorn thee.

_Pho._ I will tame
That haughty courage, and make thee stoop too.

_Cleo._ Never,
I was born to command, and will dye so.

_Enter_ Achillas, _and Souldiers, with the Body of_ Ptolomy.

_Pho._ The King dead? this is a fair entrance to
Our future happiness.

_Ars._ Oh my dear Brother!

_Cleo._ Weep not, _Arsino_, common women do so,
Nor lose a tear for him, it cannot help him;
But study to dye nobly.

_Pho._ _Cæsar_ fled!
'Tis deadly aconite to my cold heart,
It choaks my vital Spirits: where was your care?
Did the Guards sleep?

_Achil._ He rowz'd them with his Sword;
We talk of _Mars_, but I am sure his Courage
Admits of no comparison but it self,
And (as inspir'd by him) his following friends
With such a confidence as young Eagles prey
Under the large wing of their fiercer Dam,
Brake through our Troops and scatter'd them, he went on
But still pursu'd by us, when on the sudden,
He turn'd his head, and from his Eyes flew terrour;
Which strook in us no less fear and amazement,
Than if we had encounter'd with the lightning
Hurl'd from _Jove's_ cloudy Brow.

_Cleo._ 'Twas like my _Cæsar_.

_Achil._ We faln back, he made on, and as our fear
Had parted from us with his dreadful looks,
Again we follow'd; but got near the Sea;
On which his Navy anchor'd; in one hand
Holding a Scroll he had above the waves,
And in the other grasping fast his Sword,
As it had been a Trident forg'd by _Vulcan_
To calm the raging Ocean, he made away
As if he had been _Neptune_, his friends like
So many _Tritons_ follow'd, their bold shouts
Yielding a chearful musick; we showr'd darts
Upon them, but in vain, they reach'd their ships
And in their safety we are sunk; for _Cæsar_
Prepares for War.

_Pho._ How fell the King?

_Achil._ Unable
To follow _Cæsar_, he was trod to death
By the Pursuers, and with him the Priest
Of _Isis_, good _Achoreus_.

_Ars._ May the Earth
Lye gently on their ashes.

_Pho._ I feel now,
That there are powers above us; and that 'tis not
Within the searching policies of man
To alter their decrees.

_Cleo._ I laugh at thee;
Where are thy threats now, Fool, thy scoffs and scorns
Against the gods? I see calamity
Is the best Mistress of Religion,
And can convert an Atheist. [_Shout within._

_Pho._ O they come,
Mountains fall on me! O for him to dye
That plac'd his Heaven on Earth, is an assurance
Of his descent to Hell; where shall I hide me?
The greatest daring to a man dishonest,
Is but a Bastard Courage, ever fainting. [_Exit._

_Enter_ Cæsar, Sceva, Antony, Dolabella.

_Cæs._ Look on your _Cæsar_; banish fear, my fairest,
You now are safe.

_Sce._ By _Venus_, not a kiss
Till our work be done; the Traitors once dispatch'd
To it, and we'll cry aim.

_Cæs._ I will be speedy. [_Exeunt._

_Cleo._ Farewel again, _Arsino_; how now, _Eros_?
Ever faint-hearted?

_Eros_. But that I am assur'd,
Your Excellency can command the General,
I fear the Souldiers, for they look as if
They would be nibling too.

_Cleo._ He is all honour,
Nor do I now repent me of my favours,
Nor can I think that Nature e'r made a Woman
That in her prime deserv'd him.

_Enter_ Cæsar, Sceva, Antonie, Dolabella, _Souldiers, with the
Heads._

_Ars._ He's come back,
Pursue no further; curb the Souldiers fury.

_Cæs._ See (beauteous Mistris) their accursed heads
That did conspire against us.

_Sce._ Furies plague 'em,
They had too fair an end to dye like Souldiers,
_Pompey_ fell by the Sword, the Cross or Halter
Should have dispatch'd them.

_Cæs._ All is but death, good _Sceva_,
Be therefore satisfied: and now my dearest,
Look upon _Cæsar_, as he still appear'd
A Conquerour, and this unfortunate King
Entomb'd with honour, we'll to _Rome_, where _Cæsar_
Will shew he can give Kingdoms; for the Senate,
(Thy Brother dead) shall willingly decree
The Crown of _Egypt_ (that was his) to thee. [_Exeunt omnes._

PROLOGUE.

_New Titles warrant not a Play for new,_
_The Subject being old; and 'tis as true,_
_Fresh and neat matter may with ease be fram'd_
_Out of their Stories, that have oft been nam'd_
_With glory on the Stage; what borrows he_
_From him that wrote old_ Priam's _Tragedy,_
_That writes his love to_ Hecuba? _Sure to tell_
_Of_ Cæsars _amorous heats, and how he fell_
_In the Capitol, can never be the same_
_To the Judicious; Nor will such blame_
_Those who pen'd this, for Barrenness when they find_
_Young_ Cleopatra _here, and her great Mind_
_Expressed to the height, with us a Maid, and free,_
_And how he rated her Virginitie._
_We treat not of what boldness she did dye,_
_Nor of her fatal Love to_ Antony.
_What we present and offer to your view,_
_Upon their faiths the Stage yet never knew._
_Let Reason then first to your Wills give laws,_
_And after judge of them and of their cause._

EPILOGUE.

_I Now should wish another had my place,_
_But that I hope to come off, and with Grace;_
_And but express some sign that you are pleas'd,_
_We of our doubts, they of their fears are eas'd._
_I would beg further (Gentlemen) and much say_
_In favour of our selves, them, and the Play;_
_Did I not rest assured, the most I see_
_Hate Impudence, and cherish Modestie._

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APPENDIX.

p. 300, ll. 5-39. Not in 1st folio.

p. 301, l. 3. 2nd folio] Achil. Love the K. l. 30. frequent in this. l. 31. to safe.

p. 302, l. 13. and give.

p. 303, l. 10. 2nd folio _here and frequently prints_] Septinius.

p. 304, ll. 3 and 4. o' these ... foole us; l. 7. 2nd folio _misprints_] Aeh.

p. 305. l. 7. Till they. l. 24. 2nd folio _misprints_] and.

p. 309, l. 30. _A missing bracket has been added before_ Photinus.

p. 310, l. 4. Prerogatives. l. 31. 2nd folio _misprints_] Potolmy. l. 40. hand of.

p. 313, l. 29. a Prisoner.

p. 316, l. 2. of thy. l. 11. _Omits_ in. l. 14. sought him.

p. 318, l. 16. _A comma has been added at the end of the line._

p. 320, l. 20. tell you. l. 24. _Adds the following line_] I gave you no comission to performe it: l. 31. with ye. l. 32. Hangers.

p. 321, l. 23. told ye. l. 30. ye are.

p. 322, l. 33. my anger.

p. 323, l. 2. 2nd folio] Lordships.

p. 324, l. 32. _Adds the following line_] The rule of ill, I'le trust before the dore.

p. 325, l. 1. I sat. l. 17. Affrinius. l. 23. past now. l. 29. comes still.

p. 326, l. 9. _Omits_ rich. l. 32. _Omits_ that.

p. 327, l. 3. Pray.

p. 328, l. 1. I know. l. 6. on a.

p. 329, l. 14. first would.

p. 330, l. 34. 2nd folio _misprints_] Apollodrous.

p. 331, l. 28. loades us.

p. 332, l. 11. this rare. l. 20. cradled.

p. 333, l. 27. halfe an houre.

p. 334, l. 13. Devills are light.

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p. 337, l. 1. blood. l. 7. stuffes. l. 8. Leaper. l. 26. _Omits_ To.

p. 338, l. 18. 2nd folio _misprints_] Sep. l. 23. the charities. l. 31. The infectious.

p. 340, l. 20. readiest. l. 30. _Adds after_ treasure?] richer still?

p. 341, l. 11. _Omits_ me.

p. 343, l. 1. hidden.

p. 344, l. 13. they would. l. 31. Pray thee be.

p. 346, l. 23. Lovers.

p. 347, l. 9. Dye not.

p. 348, l. 39. to my.

p. 349, l. 18. backe; but.

p. 350, l. 34. 2nd folio _misprints_] lasciciously.

p. 351, l. 20. 2nd folio _misprints_] Sec.

p. 353, l. 20. 2nd folio] 2 Sol. l. 27. loose all.

p. 355, l. 23. 2nd folio _misprints_] Sep. l. 35. 2nd folio _misprints_] maidend-head.

p. 356, l. 6. 2nd folio _misprints_] Achil. l. 16. hearest.

p. 357, l. 10. to weale my. l. 22. bondmans.

p. 359, l. 21. A will. l. 31. manur. l. 37. 2nd folio] marrow. l. 38. Cities, were made.

p. 360, l. 14. 2nd folio] Brother, company that's. l. 28. them.

p. 362, l. 9. darst. l. 17. This Devill. l. 23. rewarded, or return'd. l. 29. I owe.

p. 363, l. 6. while. l. 7. Achillas troops. l. 17. a moneth. l. 27. Photinus secrets.

p. 365, ll. 15 and 16.

They rufled me:
But that I could endure, and tire 'em too,
Would they proceed no further.

l. 20. When an.

p. 367, l. 6. To Ptolomy, to Cæsar. l. 23. Photinus name. l. 29. th' Egyptian.

p. 368, l. 37. make it. l. 39. and I will.

p. 369, l. 6. Nor loose. l. 16. you Eagletss. l. 18. 'em.

p. 370, l. 37. _Omits_ that.

p. 371, l. 5. _Omits_ Cæs. l. 15. for Rome. l. 20. The Prologue. l. 32. Those that penn'd.

p. 372, l. 7. The Epilogue. l. 13. In the favour.