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SCENE 5.

Cæsar, Cleopatra, Antonius, Lepidus, Achoræus, Charmion.
Cæsar.
Her Virtue, and their Crime, alike amaze,
Queen, you perceive for whom your goodness prayes.

Cleop.
That, now, no more against your Justice fights
Go (Sir) Revenge all violated Rights:
My ruine they much more then yours desire:
The Traytors do against my Right Conspire.
As my support, against you they design:
And by your death would make their way to mine.
But though all be to my anger known,
Yes 'tis my Brother still that leads them on.
Do you know that, Sir, and may I obtain,
It your deserved fury may restrain?

Cæsar.
Yes, Ile remember, your heart is so great,
That for his Births sake, you his Crime forget.

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Adieu, fear nothing, for these are not foes
That can the fortune of my Arms oppose.
Them, and their Party, I shall quickly rout,
When I to them but Whips and Racks bring out:
They shall not Souldiers, but Tormentors see,
And now my Axes shall my Ensigns be.
Exit Cæsar.

Cleop.
Dear Achoreus, after Cæsar go,
With him prevent my Threatned overthrow.
And when he punishes our worthless Foes,
Make him remember what his promise ows.
Observe the King, when he in fight appears,
And spare his blood, that you may spare my tears.

Achor.
Madam, his fortune shall no sorrow need,
If all my Care and service can succeed.

After the fourth Act, Cleopatra sits hearkening to this Song.
Proud Monuments of Royal Dust!
Do not your old Foundations shake?
And labour to resign their trust?
For sure your mighty Guests should wake,
Now their own Memphis lies at Stake.
Alas! in vain our Dangers call;
They care not for our Destiny,
Nor will they be concern'd at all,
If Egypt now enslav'd, or free,
A Kingdom or a Province be.
What is become of all they did?
And what of all they had design'd,
Now death the busie Scene hath hid;
Where but in story shall we find
Those great disturbers of Mankind?

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When Men their quiet Minutes spent
Where Mirtles grew and Fountains purl'd,
As safe as they were Innocent:
What angry God among them hurl'd
Ambition to undoe the world?
What is the charm of being Great;
Which oft is gain'd and lost with Sin,
Or if w' attain a Royal seat,
With Guiltless steps what do we win,
If Love and Honour fight within?
Honour the Brightness of the Mind!
And love her noblest extasie:
That does our selves, this others bind
When you great Pair shall disagree
What Casuist can th'Umpire be?
Though Love does all the heart subdue,
With gentle, but resistless sway,
Yet Honour must that govern too:
And when thus Honour wins the Day,
Love overcomes the bravest way.