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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

Pray, that ye may be strong in honesty,

Pho. 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

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.



heard yet.



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:
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.

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. 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?

Sept. Off

, 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)

before cooling.



Ant. The tumult still encreases.
Cæsar. 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 conspired against me)

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

Dol. 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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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
Without their warrant.

Casar. 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
Unequalled Cleopatra, 'twere a kind

To those, that now command us : Stop not at
Of blaspheray 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 car so clear and great a spirit as hers is

Between the king and subject. Cæsar's motto,
Adinit of falsehood.

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,
Impute the breach of hospitality

By the sack of ucighbour 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 names,

Esteemed as Pompey's was.
Provided, that I féll a sacrifice

Pho. Well said, Septimius !
To gain you safety! That this is not feigned, Thou now art right again.
The boldness of my innocence may contirm you:

Achil. But what course take we
Hnd I been privy to their bloody plot,

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,
But I; that yet taste of the punishment

As if what we do were by her command :
In being false to Pompey, will not inake But, our triumvirate government once confirmed,
A second fault to Cæsar, uncompelled :

She bears her brother company: That's my pro-
With such as have not yet shook off obedience,

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,
Of justice, or religion, I will use

I'll perfect it in Cæsar!
The authority of our gods, to call them back
From their bad purpose:

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.
Cásar. Cæsar besieged?

Achil. See, they do appear,
Oh, stain to my great actions ! 'Twas my custom, As they desired a parley.
An army routed, as my feet had wings,

Pho. I am proud yet
To be first in the chase; nor walls, nor bulwarks I have brought them to capitulate.
Could gnard those, that escaped the battle's fury, Ptol. Now, Photinus ?
From this strong arm; and I to be enclosed ! Pho. Now, Ptolomy?
My heart! my heart! But 'tis necessity,

Ptol. No addition?
To which the gods must yield, and I obey, Pho. We are equal,
Till I redeem it by some glorious way. Ercunt. Though Cæsar's name were put into the scale,

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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,

I'll lead


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.
Will sinile again upon me: Who will pay her Dol. You barked but now; fawn you so soon?
Or sacrifice, or vows, if she forsake

Sept. Oh, hear me!
Her best of works in me? or suffer him, What I'll deliver is for Cæsar's safety,
Whom with a strong hand she hath led triumphant For all your good.
Through the whole western world, and Rome ac- Ant. Good from a mouth like thine,

That never belched but blasphemy and treason, Iler sovereign lord, to end ingloriously

On festival days!
A life admired by all? The threatened danger Sept. I am an altered

Must, by a way more horrid, be avoided, Altered indeed; and I will give you cause
And I will run the hazard. Fire the palace, To say I am a Roman.
And the rich magazines, that neighbour it,

Dol. Rogue, I grant thee.
In which the wealth of Egypt is contained ! Sept. Trust me, I'll make the passage smooth
Start not; it shall be so; that while the people
Labour in quenching the ensuing flanies,

For your escape.
Like Cæsar, with this handful of my friends, Ant. I'll trust the devil sooner,
Through fire, and swords, I force a passage to And make a safer bargain.
My conquering legions. King, if thou darest, fol- Sept. I am trusted

With all Photinus' secrets.

and easy,

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. Sall to be true to you.

Eros. They have broke
Dil 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 :

least :
To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths The barbarous rascals, against all humanity
Not to discover it, he hath revealed

Or sense of pity, have killed my little dog,
A dismal vault, whose dreadful mouth does open And broke my monkey's chain.
A mile berond the city: In this cave

Eros. They rifled me :
Lie but two hours concealed.

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 ny 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

The earthquake of rebellion shakes the city, lato 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
Cesar. 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 lreads 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
Caur. Oh, devil! away with him!

Of ceremonious duty, that attends it;
Nor true to friend nor enemy? Cæsar scorns Nay, grant they had slaved my body, my free
To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs,

So base a way; or owe the means of life Like to the palm-tree walling fruitful Nile,
To such a leprous traitor! I have towered Shall grow up straighter, and enlarge itself,
For victory, like a falcon in the clouds,

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,
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,
Hang him on yonder turret, and then follow Cannot arrive at.
Toe 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
9 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 Rome

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.

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 deatli,

Though not to equal, yet to imitate,

Thy fearless mistress.
Eater seterally, Arsixoe, Eros, and CLEOPATRA.

Ars. We are lost!

Eros. Oh, a man in arms!
Eros. Undone!


drawn too!
Ars. Confusion, fire and swords,

Cleo. Though upon the point
And fury in the soldiers' face more horrid, Death sat, I'll meet it, and out-dare the danger.
Cirde 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.
Års. 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 hreath


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