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Bless ye from base unworthy men! Come not Achor. Orestes out of madness did his murder, near me,
And therefore he found grace: Thou, 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, 2 Sold. What book is that?
Slewest thine own feeder! Come not near the 1 Sold. No doubt,
altar, Some excellent salve for a sore heart. Are you Nor with thy reeking hands pollute the sacrifice; Septimius, that base knave, that betrayed Pom- Thou art marked for shame eternal ! [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. Oh, 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, Take heed of blood; take heed of foul ingrati- Let neither flattery, nor the witching sound tude !
Of high and soft preferinent, touch your goodness: The gods have scarce a mercy for those mischiefs. To be valiant, old, and honest, oh, what blessedTake heed of pride ; it was that, that brought me to it.
1 Sold. Dost thou want any thing? 2 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 hanged 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 wept
out twenty Pompeys. Love your commanders, honour them, that feed
Enter PuOTINUS and ACHILLAS.
Pho. So penitent?
We must employ him. Pride and ambitious wantonness; those spoiled 1 Sold. These are the armed soldier-leaders : me:
Away, and let's to the fort; we shall be snapt Rather lose all your limbs, than the least honesty;
[Ereunt. You are never lame indeed, till loss of credit Pho. How now? Why thus ? What cause of Benumb 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 ruined 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 soldier ?
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 purAnd, 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 kvave; 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 pardoped.
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 is honoured 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. Ile 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:
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. Of, 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?
, my dejected looks, and welcome, imPho. 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, genSept. 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 my 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)
Would yield up the dominion of this head
Dol. Be still Cæsar,
Ant. If you fall,
Be buried in your ruins : On my life,
SCENE II. They both are guilty! Reason may assure you,
Enter PHOTINUS, Achillas, SEPTINIUS, and Photinus por Achillas durst attempt you,
Soldiers. Or shake one dart, or sword, aimed at your safety,
Pho. There's no retiring now; we are broke
Casar. For the young king, I know not The deed past hope of pardon. If we prosper,
To those, that now command us : Stop not at
Between the king and subject. Cæsar's motto,
Aut Cæsar 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. Use 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 voor 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 Eater PTOLOMY, ACHOREUS, and APOLLODORUS. To this prodigious height, that overlooks
Three full parts of the eart), that pay her tribute, Ptol. Let not great Cæsar
But by enlarging of her narrow bounds,
By the sack of ucighbour cities, not made hers
Esteemed as Pompey's was.
Pho. Well said, Septimius !
Achil. But what course take we
For the princess Cleopatra? 1 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,
As if what we do were by her command :
She bears her brother company: That's my pro-
vince ; I vield 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,
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?
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,
]Ereunt. That have a greater name? Pho. On those, by which
SCENE III. Thou didst presume to pass the Rubicon
Enter SEPTIMIUS. Against the laws of Rome; and, at the name Of traitor, sinile, as thou didst, when Marcellus, Sept. I feel my resolution melts again, The consul, with the senate's full consent, And that I am not knave alone, but fool, Pronounced thee for an enemy to thy country: In all my purposes. This devil Photinus Yet thou went'st on, and thy rebellious cause Employs me as a property, and, grown useless, Was crowned with fair success. Why should we Will shake me off again : He told me so, fear, then?
When I killed Pompey; nor can I hope better, Think on that, Cæsar!
When Cæsar is dispatched. Services done Cæsar. Oh, 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 have 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 Roman, one, The champions of Rome, to wreak her wrongs, To whom I owed all nourishments of life, Upon 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, ProLoMY, ANTONY, DOLABELLA, If that, against the odds we have upon you,
ACHOREUS, APOLLODOR US, and soldiers. You dare come forth and fight, receive the honour Cæsar. The fire has took, To die like Romans; if ye 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 each other's sword, Make good their guard; break through them, we Than come into these villains' hands.
are safe. Cesar. That fortune,
like a thunder-bolt ! Which to this hour hath been a friend to Cæsar, Sept. Stay, Cæsar. Though for a while she cloathe her brow with Cæsar. Who's this? the dog Septimius? frowns,
Ant. Cut his throat.
Sept. Oh, hear me!
That never belched but blasphemy and treason, Iler sovereign lord, to end ingloriously
On festival days!
Dol. Rogue, I grant thee.
For your escape.
With all Photinus' secrets.
Ant. There's no doubt then,
And forced to bear him company, as marked out
For his protection, or revenge.
Eros. They have broke
Into my cabinet; my trunks are ransacked.
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,
Would they proceed no further.
Ars. Oh, my sister!
Eros. My queen, my mistress!
The earthquake of rebellion shakes the city, lato a private room, where you shall find
And the court trembles ?
Cleo. Yes, Arsinoe,
And with a masculine constancy deride
Fortune's worst malice, as a servant to
My virtues, not a mistress : Then we forsake
The strong fort of ourselves, when we once yield,
And though disrobed of sovereignty, and ravished
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 Think of thy birth, Arsinoc; common burdens cause,
Fit common shoulders : Teach the multitude,
And owe this second being to you, best sister;
For now I feel you have infused into me
Part of vour fortitude.
Eros. I still am fearful :
I dare not tell a lie: You, that were born
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.
Must not presume to rival.
Cleo. Yet, my Eros,
[Ereunt. The whole course of my life, learn in my deatli,
Though not to equal, yet to imitate,
Thy fearless mistress.
Eros. Oh, a man in arms!
Cleo. Though upon the point
Pho. Keep the watch strong; and guard the
That leads into the sea.
Cleo. What sea of rudeness