SCENE III.-An open Place in the City. Enter SEPTIMIUS. Sept. I feel my resolution melts again, In his own school. Yet still he fools me: well:- Enter CESAR, PTOLEMY, ANTONY, DOLABELLA, ACHOREUS, Cæsar. The fire has took, And shews the city like a second Troy ; Sept. Stay, Cæsar. [are safe. Cæsar. Who's this? the dog Septimius? Dol. You bark'd but now; fawn you so soon? What I'll deliver is for Cæsar's safety, For all your good. Into a private room, where you shall find What follows? Sept. Fall me fairly on their throats : Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude Will easily disperse. Cæsar. Oh, 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 traitor! I have tower'd For victory like a falcon in the clouds, Not digg'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 soldiers, that would merit Cæsar's favour, Hang him on yonder turret, and then follow The lane this sword makes for you. [Exeunt all but SEPTIMIUS and two Soldiers, who seize him. 1 Sold. Here's a belt ; Though I die for it, I'll use it. 2 Sold. 'Tis too good to truss a cur in. Sept. Save me! here's gold. SCENE IV. Another Part of the City. Enter severally, ARSINOE, EROS, and CLEOPATRA. Ars. We are lost! Eros. Undone ! Ars. Confusion, fire and swords, And fury in the soldier's face, more horrid, Eros. The king's command they laugh at, Ars. My brother seized on By the Roman, as thought guilty of the tumult, And forced to bear him company, as marked 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 th least : The barbarous rascals, against all humanity Or sense of pity, have kill'd my little dog, And broke my monkey's chain. Eros. They ruffled me: But that I could endure, and tire 'em too, Would they proceed no further. Ars. Oh, my sister! Eros. My queen, my mistress! Ars. Can you stand unmoved, When an earthquake of rebellion shakes the city And the court trembles? Cleo. Yes, Arsinoë, And with a masculine constancy deride Enter PHOTINUS, with Soldiers. Eros. Oh, a man in arms! His weapon drawn too! Cleo. Though upon the point Death sate, I'll meet it, and out-dare the danger. Cleo. What sea of rudeness Breaks in upon us? or what subject's breath Be swallow'd up, remember who I am, madness From running headlong on to thy confusion. Pho. Plead my pardon? To you I bow; but scorn as much to stoop thus To Ptolemy, to 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, 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. I have made mine; and only stoop at you, To which all hearts, with mine, gladly pay tribute, cause; That I and they might see no sun appear, Cleo. Oh, giant-like ambition, married to Cymmerian darkness! Inconsiderate fool! Though flatter'd with self-love, could'st thou believe, Were all crowns on the earth made into one, Pho. Fairest, that makes for me, But true love to the greatness of thy spirit, That, when that you are mine, shall yield me pleasures 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 myself (an oath to me more dreadful Than Styx is to your gods) weak Ptolemy dead, And Cæsar, both being in my toil, removed, The poorest rascals that are in my camp Shall, in my presence, quench their lustful heat In thee, and young Arsincë, 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 it stoop too. Cleo. Never! I was born to command, and I will die so. Enter ACHILLAS and Soldiers, with the body of PTOLEMY. Pho. The king dead? This is a fair entrance to Our future happiness. Ars. Oh, my dear brother! But still pursued by us: When on the sudden He turn'd his head, and from his eyes flew terror, Which struck in us no less fear and amazement Than if we had encountered with the lightning Hurl'd from Jove's cloudy brow. Cleo. 'Twas like my Cæsar! [fear Achil. We fallen back, he made on and, as our 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 forged by Vulcan To calm the raging ocean, he made a way, As if he had been Neptune; his friends, like So many Tritons, follow'd, their bold shouts Yielding a cheerful music. We shower'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 fury! See, beauteous mistress, their accursed heads, Sce. Furies plague 'em! They had too fair an end, to die like soldiers: Pompey fell by the sword; the cross or halter Should have dispatch'd them. Cesar. All is but death, good Sceva; Be therefore satisfied.-And now, my dearest, Look upon Cæsar, as he still appear'd, A conqueror! And, this unfortunate king Entomb'd with honour, we'll to Rome, where Cæs Will shew he can give kingdoms; for the senate Thy brother dead, shall willingly decree The crown of Egypt, that was his, to thee. [Ex eus EPILOGUE. I now should wish another had my place, I would beg further, gentlemen, and much say SCENE I.-PARIS. A Street. Enter DINANT and CLEREMONT. Din. Dissuade me not. Cler. 'Twill breed a brawl! Din. I care not; I wear a sword! Cler. And wear discretion with it, Or cast it off; let that direct your arm; 'Tis madness else, not valour, and more base Than to receive a wrong. Din. Why, would you have me Sit down with a disgrace, and thank the doer? Cler. Do not cherish ACT I. That daring vice, for which the whole age suffers. Or to defend or to enlarge the kingdom, For the honour of our country, and our prince, They are never heard of. Nay, those neighbour Din. Will you end yet? Cler. And I have heard that some of our late For the lie, wearing of a mistress' favour, [kings, A cheat at cards or dice, and such like causes, Have lost us many gallant gentlemen, As might have met the Great Turk in the field, With confidence of a glorious victory: And shall we then Or be engaged thyself. This goodly calling [died Thou hast follow'd five-and-twenty years, and stuThe criticisms of contentions; and art thou In so few hours transform'd? Certain, this night Thou hast had strange dreams, or rather visions. Cler. Yes, sir, I have seen fools and fighters chain'd together, And the fighters had the upper hand, and whipp'd first, The poor sots laughing at 'em. What I have been It skills not; what I will be is resolved on. Din. Why, then you'll fight no more? Cler. Such is my purpose. Din. On no occasion? Cler. There you stagger me. Some kind of wrongs there are, which flesh and Din. Thou would'st not willingly [blood Caroch'd, in cloth of tissue; nor five hundred Din. Thou'rt of a fine religion; And, rather than we'll make a schism in friendship, Cler. Too well, sir, and remember Such a contemptible thing my dotage made me: But my reward for this Cler. As you deserved; For he that makes a goddess of a puppet, Din. This day, friend, For thou art so Cler. I am no flatterer. Din. This proud ingrateful she is married to Lame Champernel. Cler. I know him; he has been As tall a seaman, and has thrived as well by't, Din. Yet, but now You did preach patience. Cler. I then came from confession ; And 'twas enjoin'd me three hours, for a penance, Din. I would not willingly Make red my yet-white conscience; yet I purpose, I' th' open street, as they come from the temple, (For this way they must pass) to speak my wrongs, And do it boldly. [Music plays. Cler. Were thy tongue a cannon, Din. Observe a little first. Enter VERTAIGNE, CHAMPERNEL, LAMIRA, Nurse, BEAUTRE, and VERDONE; Musicians. An Epithalamion Song at the Wedding. Come away; bring on the bride, Chorus. Hymen fill the house with joy, Din. Stand by, for I will be heard. Vert. This is strange rudeness! |