Pho. This for our service? Princes do their] And set her countenance in a thousand postures, pleasures, To catch her ends! And they, that serve, obey in all disgraces. There we shall know no difference. Hark, Achillas! I may do something yet, when times are ripe, Achil. Photinus, Whatever it be, I shall make one, and zealously: Pho. Thou lovest me, and I thank thee. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter ANTONY, DOLABELLA, and SCEVA. Dol. Nay, there is no rousing him; he is bewitched sure, His noble blood curdled, and cold within him; Grown now a woman's warrior. Ant. Be not too angry, For, by this light, the woman's a rare woman; A lady of that catching youth and beauty, That unmatched sweetness Dol. But why should he be fooled so? Let her be what she will, why should his wisdom, His age, and honour→→→→ Ant. Say it were your own case, Or mine, or any man's, that has heat in him: And eyes, that are the winningest orators, Sce. I would you had her, With all her oracles, and miracles: She were fitter for your turn. Ant. 'Would I had, Sceva, With all her faults too! let me alone to mend Sce. She will be sick, well, sullen, Merry, coy, overjoyed, and seem to die, All in one half-an-hour, to make an ass of him : I make no doubt she will be drunk too, damnably, And in her drink will fight; then she fits him. Ant. That thou shouldst bring her in! Sce. Twas my blind fortune. My soldiers told me, by the weight, it was wicked. 'Would I had carried Milo's bull a furlong, When I brought in this cow-calf! He has advanced me, From an old soldier to a bawd of memory: That their fierce trumpets from his wanton They stink, they stink, alas, poor things, con temptible! By all the Gods in Egypt, the perfumes, That went to trimming these cloaths, cost meSce. Thou stinkest still. Sept. The powdering of this head too— Sce. If thou hast it, I'll tell thee all the gums in sweet Arabia that, sir; Fy, how it choaks! too little of your loyalty, Sept. Ye are merry, gentlemen, And, by my troth, such harmless mirth takes me too. You speak like good blunt soldiers! and it is well enough: But did you live at court, as I do, gallants, And hunted after him, like foundered beagles, Ant. He brags on't too, By the good gods, rejoices in it! Thou wretch, Thou most contemptible slave! Sce. Dog, mangy mongrel, Thou murdering mischief, in the shape of soldier, Dol. Thou art so impudent, that I admire thee, And know not what to say. Sept. I know your anger, And why you prate thus; I've found your melancholy: Ye all want money, and ye are liberal captains, And in this want will talk a little desperately. Here's gold; come, share; I love a brave com mander: All over me, I blush, and sweat to hear him; Upon my conscience, if my arms were on now, Through them I should blush too: Pray ye let's be walking. Sce. Yes, yes: But, ere we go, I'll leave this lesson, And let him study it: First, rogue! then, pandar! Next, devil that will be! get thee from men's presence, And, where the name of soldier has been heard of, Be sure thou live not! To some hungry desart, Where thou canst meet with nothing but thy conscience; A scarf, and some odd toys: I've gold here ready; Thou shalt have any thing. Eros. I want your absence. Keep on your way; I care not for your company. Sept. How? how? you are very short: Do you know me, Eros? And what I have been to you? Eros. Yes, I know you, And I hope I shall forget you: Whilst you were honest, I loved you too. Sept. Honest? come, prithee kiss me. Eros. I kiss no knaves, no murderers, no beasts, No base betrayers of those men, that fed them; I hate their looks; and though I may be wanton, I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase, Purchase so foully got. I pray you, unhand me; I'd rather touch the plague, than one unworthy! Go, seek some mistress that a horse may marry, And keep her company; she's too good for you. [Exit. Sept. Marry, this goes near! now I perceive I'm hateful: When this light stuff can distinguish, it grows dan gerous; For money, seldom they refuse a leper; am more odious, more diseased too: Their bloods, and limbs, walk up and down like vagabonds. Sept. Save ye, good soldiers! good poor men, heaven help ye! Ye have borne the brunt of war, and shew the story. By your thin faces, as you would be suitors. 3 Sold. We are poor men, and long forgot. Good soldiers should have good rewards, and fa vours. I'll give up your petitions, for I pity you, All. Oh, we honour you! 1 Sold. A good man sure you are; the gods preserve you! Sept. And to relieve your wants the while, hold, soldiers! [Gives money. Nay, 'tis no dream; 'tis good gold; take it freely; Twill keep you in good heart. 2 Sold. Now goodness quit you! And eat, and drink with you too, and we'll be All. Was never such a man! 1 Sold. Dear honoured sir, own thee, But as a monstrous birth shun thy base memory! 3 Sold. Methinks the ground shakes to devour And the kind air turns into fogs and vapours, The hangman will not keep thee company; Will eat thy bread, nor one, for thirst starved, drink with thee! 2 Sold. Thou art no company for an honest dog, And so we'll leave thee to a ditch, thy destiny. [Exeunt. Sept. Contemned of all? and kicked too? Now I find it! My valour's fled, too, with mine honesty; I am afraid the very beasts will tear me; Inspired with what I have done, the winds will blast me! Now I am paid, and my reward dwells in me, SCENE III. [Exit. Enter PTOLOMY, ACHOREUS, PHOTINUS, and ACHILLAS. Ptol. I have commanded, and it shall be so! A preparation I have set on foot, Worthy the friendship and the fame of Cæsar: Let us but know your name, that we may worship My sister's favours shall seem poor and withered; Nay, she herself, trimmed up in all her beauties, Compared to what I'll take his eyes withal, Shall be a dream. Pho. Do you mean to shew the glory And wealth of Egypt? Ptol. Yes; and in that lustre, Rome shall appear, in all her famous conquests, And all her riches, of no note unto it. Music.-Enter Isis, and three Labourers. Isis. Isis, the goddess of this land, Bids thee, great Cæsar, understand With incense let us bless the brim, Come, old father, come away! Enter NILUS. Isis. Here comes the aged River now, Hear him; and next there will advance SCENE I. Enter PTOLOMY, PHOTINUS, AOHILLAS, and ACHOREUS. Achor. Where was his mind the whilst? To shew an armed thief the way to rob you? Achor. I TOLD you carefully, what this would To seek the rest: Ambition feels no gift, What this inestimable wealth and glory Pho. I was not heard, sir, Or, what I said, lost and contemned: I dare say, Nor knows no bounds; indeed you have done Ptol. Can I be too kind to my noble friend? savours Of indiscretion; and your friend has found it. series A soldier marches through, and known his tem- In offered courtesies, you would have made Ptol. Why, should I give him all, he would re turn it: 'Tis more to him to make kings. Pho. Pray be wiser, And trust not, with your lost wealth, your loved To be a king still at your own discretion, Achil. Twill be too late else : For, since the masque, he sent three of his cap- Ambitious as himself, to view again Pho. The next himself comes, |