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ACT. V.
Scene the First.
The Palace.Enter Antonius, Cleopatra, Charmion, Iras, and Attendants.
Cleop.
Fortune's afresh fond of Antonius grown,
And has this Minute her old Love put on;
She calls her wonted Charms into her Face,
And hugs him—
With the fierce ardor of a first embrace.
Anto.
Of this success, when they at Rome shall hear,
They'l change perhaps their Superstitious fear,
And the ill Omens on my Foe transfer.
His will the Owl bethought, unchas'd away,
Which upon Concord's Temple braves the day.
The Ape in Cere's Temple will be His,
And his defeat the Eight-foot-Dragon hiss.
The blood my Statue shed, will his be thought;
So are weak minds by Superstition wrought.
Cleop.
What we can't shun, 'twere better not to know,
Nor do the Gods maliciously foreshow,
To make us feel our Fate before it come;
But men too nicely pry into their doom.
Anto.
Let it fall quick whatever they prepare,
It is the Thunders voice, we cannot bear;
Blind to our Fate, let us both hope and fear:
But thou Lucilius, who do'st still outrun
All that we can expect or wish were done;
Like some kind God thou leap'st into the Scale
And turn'st it when all Mortals seem to fail,
Take from my hand this Armor of clear Gold.
Let the best Metal the best man enfold.
Lucil.
Me dead or living you anon shall praise.
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Mess.
With his whole Force Octavius, Sir, moves on;
'Tis thought on every part he'l storm the Town.
Anto.
His late defeat then stings the restless Boy;
And all at once we shall our Swords imploy.
Let us embrace, then each man to his Post:
We'l meet no more but Conquerors or Ghosts.
The World's at stake, my Queen, and this short hour
Contains the Fate of all succeeding Pow'r.
If this one day we can our Fate defer,
To morrow's Sun will see Ventidius here:
Victorious Legions to my Aid he brings;
Flesh't all in Parthian Blood and spoiles of Kings.
[Ex. Anto. Canid. Lucil.
Enter Photinus at another Door.
Cleop.
My boading Heart sayes we shall meet no more,
And sends up thoughts I never knew before.
My Ears with dismal dying cryes are fill'd,
And my Eyes grow with ghastly Visions wild;
Methinks I see Antonius bleeding there,
And all his Souldiers pale with Death or Fear.
Charm.
Your wounded Fancy does these forms create,
Expect as you deserve, a better Fate.
Cleop.
O that betimes he had my Cause forsook!
Cæsar with pity on a Queen must look.
Defenceless too. Winds unoppos'd give o're,
And but 'mongst Trees and solid Buildings roar.
The Romans against me declared the War,
But caught Antonius Vertue in that snare.
Phot.
When two fierce Bulls contend, the doubtful Herd
Stand gazing by a while, of both afear'd:
But soon as one the fatal strife declines,
The Captive number with the Victor joyns.
And so should we—
Cleop.
Yes! if meer Brutes we were—
And knew no Nobler Passion than vile Fear;
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Each now is more important than a year:
I grow impatient, can bear no delay,
But quickning Fate would through the shell survey.
Char.
The strongest place, and nearest is your Tomb;
Hear good news soon, the bad too soon will come.
Be patient Madam—
Cleop.
Who compos'd can be?
A Tempest heard and their whole Wealth at Sea?
Each Pile that flies may pierce Antonius Heart;
And they in showrs from meeting Romans part.
Let us move on, no matter where you lead
A breaking Heart, and a distemper'd Head.
[Noise of Arms.
Ex. Cleop. Charm.
Phot.
Clashing of Arms I heard, and noise of Drums,
Nearer and nearer the fierce Clangor comes.
[Photinus steals off unseen.
Enter Antonius, Canidius, Lucilius, as beaten back into the Town.
Anto.
Gape Hell, and to thy dismal Bottom take
The lost Antonius; this was our last Stake;
Warn'd by my ruine, let no Roman more
Set Foot on this inhospitable shoar.
Cowards and Traytors fill this impious Land;
Faithless and fearful, without Heart or Hand.
Some ran to Cæsar like an headlong Tyde,
The rest their fear made useless on our side.
Canid.
Their Fear! their Treachery! we are betrai'd:
By Hands we trust the surest Snares are laid.
The Queen, no doubt, does correspondence hold
With Rome and Cæsar, and we all are sold.
Anto.
I had but one glad thought within my brest,
And thou to that one thought, wilt give no rest.
Fortune hath seiz'd my Empire and Renown;
Honest Old Souldier, let my Love alone:
But you my generous Friends to Cæsar go,
Too much already to your Love I owe:
Let me now sink alone; enough y'have done:
A falling Tow'r 'twere madness not to shun.
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Your Ties and Love to me plead your defence.
Lucil.
No Sun shall see me living after you;
My Death shall tell you that my Life was true.
Canid.
For what should I my bending years preserve?
Canidius will no second Master serve.
[A shout without.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess.
Your Navy, Sir, is joyn'd with Cæsar's Fleet,
And with one voice their Emperor they greet.
Both sides their bloody hatred have laid down,
And in one Body row toward the Town.
Canid.
Sir, with Egyptians it was chiefly mann'd,
And is there yet no dealing underhand?
Still does the Queen so innocent appear;
Her people guilty, she alone is clear.
Anto.
Her peoples Love, her Love to me has lost;
And now her Faith, is by their Treason cros't.
Pity, not blame the Queen, who sinks this hour,
Crush't with the ruines of an Emperor.
By Land and Sea betray'd! what shall we do?
Canid.
Let's fight and die in Arms upon the Foe.
Anto.
We of resistance scarce can make a shoe.
Death shuns the naked Throat and proffer'd Brest;
He flies when call'd, to be a welcome Guest.
I may be tane alive, and made a scorn,
Where I have oft the highest Honours worn.
Rome never shall my conquer'd Face behold:
Death I have seiz'd, and will not lose my hold.
[Shout again.
Enter Souldier.
Sould.
Cæsar is entred, and we all are lost;
Some Roman Souldiers still make good their Post.
Anto.
Their number speak.
Sould.
Two Legions at the most.
Anto.
Command 'em to yield easie Victory:
Their number is
Too small to conquer, and too great to dye.
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What means our Emperor?
Anto.
To spare your Blood;
Too long you have my angry Fate withstood.
What is Command, for which we so contend?
Danger and Envy the High Charge attend:
A few we please, and Multitudes offend.
[Canid. to the Sould.
Canid.
Thou art a Coward, fled'st before thy time,
And with pretence of News woud'st hide thy Crime.
'Tis false.
Sould.
So it were false indeed, I'd gladly die;
But this shall show I did not basely flie.
[Kills himself.
Enter Photinus.
Phot.
Horror on horror! Sir, th'unhappy Queen
Betray'd by a Report that you were slain!
Anto.
I understand you, she her self has kill'd;
And better knew to die, than how to yield.
Phot.
Alas! she has, I pull'd the reaking Steel
From her warm Wound, and with it rush't her life—
Her latest breath was busie with your name,
And the sweet pledges of your mutual flame:
Your Children she embrac't, and then she dy'd.
Anto.
How well had I been with great Julius slain,
Or by some flying Parthians darted Cane.
Thy gentle Nature, Brutus; how I hate,
Through which I live to taste the dregs of Fate.
Such is the gloomy state of Mortals here;
We knew not what to wish, or what to fear:
My Name in Arms, my Friends and Empire gone,
Yet while she liv'd, I was not quite undone:
Methought I still had something to do here—
Canid.
Y'have more than ever, Sir: your Souldiers chear,
And bid 'em for a bold defence prepare.
Anto.
Never: let Romans now each other love,
Their tedious quarrel I will soon remove.
'Twice has my Sword with Roman Blood been dy'd;
It draws no more, but from Antonius side.
Had the just Gods intended I should live,
To hate my life, such cause they wou'd not give.
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Enough and more, I have both Fortunes seen.
Strike good Lucilius; 'Tis a friendly part:
Let no Foes weapon pierce thy Masters Heart.
Lucil. goes behind, makes as if he would kill him, but passes the Weapon through his own Body.
The Noblest way: thou show'st me what to do.
Thou giv'st th'Example, and I'le give the blow.
[Antonius kills himself.
Phot.
I'le call some help—
A great shriek is given at his fall. all run out of the room except Phot.
But 'twill but increase my pain;
For should'st thou stir, I'd stab my self again.
Canid.
Let others sigh and weep, but let us go
Phot. makes towards the door. Anto. stabs himself again, and falls. Phot. reenters.
And vent our grief, in rage upon the Foe.
From the strange horror of that dismal sight,
Cowards would rush into the midst of fight.
Anto.
Let Cowards crowd to force resign their breath.
Brave Minds look through it, and make use of Death.
Thou can'st not now my fatal Journey stay.
Phot.
Nor wou'd I, Sir, you'r fairly on your way.
Anto.
Death soon will place me out of Fortunes reach;
Why stayes my Soul to sally at this breach?
Phot.
It is not big enough.
Anto.
Do'st mock me now?
Can my few Minutes a new Torture know—
Phot.
They may, and to provoke thy parting Soul,
Know that the Queen yet lives, thou loving Fool,
And I the Story of her Death contriv'd,
To make thee kill thy self, which has arriv'd
Just as I wish't; by thy own hand thou dy'st,
And art at once the Victim and the Priest.
Anto.
Furies and Hell—
Phot.
Curse on; but Cæsar shall
With Egypts Scepter thank me for thy fall.
Though decently he cou'd not take thy Head,
He'l inwardly rejoyce to find thee dead;
And hug the man that eas'd him from the fear
Of such a Rival, yet his guilt did spare.
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Thou mak'st me hate by turns my Life and Death!
O for a moments strength! my Sword to sheath
In thy false Heart—
But 'twill not be, my hand forsakes my Will;
Only himself can poor Antonius kill.
Phot.
'Coud you have liv'd, I had seem'd honest still,
But now take all; the Queen her self must Bleed;
Iras and I must to her Throne Succeed.
Thy Councills still to Cæsar I betray'd,
This last revolt I in thy Navy made.
Anto.
Triumphant Villain! What provok't thee to't.
Phot.
Ambition Sir, I had no Armies I;
Nor was I born of Royal Progeny.
No Crown descended on my Lazy Head,
I cou'd no open path to greatness tread:
But none despis'd that to a Throne did Lead.
Anto.
All Charmion said of Thee it seems was true;
Phot.
And all Canidius 'ere suspected too.
I have discharg'd my Conscience at this Last.—
Dy thou.—
Whilst I to Iras and a Throne make hast.
[Ex. Phot.
Enter Charmion, Iras, and Attendants.
Charm.
The Queen Entreats—
Anto.
Does my Queen Live, and may Antonius yet,
Above the Earth his Cleopatra Meet.
Charm.
She lives, but shut up in her Monument;
Her rowling Thoughts on some dire Mischief bent.
By Isis Temple, Sir, you know it Stands;
The Rarest Fabrick made by Mortal hands.
All she holds dear she has throng'd there, but you,
And now intreats that you will enter too.
Anto.
With those we love, a Triumph 'tis to fall;
Most gladly I obey her fatal Call.
Charm.
Just Heaven's! you faint, what is it you have done,
That with such Streams these Living Fountains run?
Anto.
It was a sudden qualm: Limbs do but bear
Me to My Queen and I'l dismiss you there:
I cannot dy till I have paid that Debt.
Nor have our Souls appointed where to Meet.
Stand off my Fate, and dare not touch me yet.
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Secure from Cæsar you a while may be,
And there what's fittest to be done Decree.
[A shout.
The place.
Anto.
The Victory comes on, I hear the Noise,
And of prevailing Foes th'insulting Voyce.
Cæsar to spare me did strickt Order give,
I may be taken and compell'd to live;
Move on, all Fates but that I can forgive.
Exeunt.
Enter Cæsar, Agrippa, Mecœnas, and Souldiers.
Mec.
Sir, y'are entirely Master of the Town;
All men their Hatred and their Armes lay down,
And the whole World now bends to you alone.
Agrip.
The names of Parties and of Factions cease,
And War has brought forth her fair Daughter Peace.
Cæs.
Command the Souldiers Fury be restrain'd,
That Rage destroy not what their Virtue gain'd.
Th'Egyptians now my Clemency shall share;
I would be lov'd in Peace, though Fear'd in War.
In this Confusion wher's the haughty Queen?
Mec.
Since first we entred, She no more was seen.
Enter Photinus with a Sword.
Phot.
Great Cæsar at my hands that Sword receive,
Which his Deaths Wound did to Antonius give.
Cæs.
Thou hast not kill'd him Villain! quickly speak,
Thy Limbs upon a Thousand Racks I'l break,
To find the Truth—
Phot.
He is not Dead, but long he cannot Live;
And his own Arm the Fatal blow did give.
By my advice indeed—
Cæs.
By thy advice—
Thus Rome by Egypt is defeated twice.
Thou hast the pow'r of pardoning from me tane,
And empty Wishes now alone remain.
Each Man will think what he himself had done,
And my great mind interpret by his own.
Hence from my sight! since blasted is by Thee
The fairest Fruit of all my Victory.
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I wish Antonius blood were yet unspilt;
But Yours is the advantage, Mine the guilt.
Empire and Glory can no Partners bear,
Since you forgive your Foes excuse my care.
Cæs.
Where is the Queen?
Phot.
Fled to the Monument:
Which for her last Retreat she ever meant.
Where she has all the Jewels of the Crown,
And the Chief Wealth of th'distracted Town.
There great Antonius Bleeding in her Armes,
Takes his last Leave of her destructive Charmes.
Give me Two hundred Men within an houre,
They shall alive or dead be in Your pow'r.
Cæs.
Thou Monster of all Villany forbear;
Thou woud'st thy Gods from off their Altars tear,
Who woud'st not thy Afflicted Sov'raign spare.
Agrip.
Men say she is Generous, if so our Force
Will only drive her on some desp'rate Course.
If Honourable Terms we should refuse,
We shall her Person and her Treasure lose.
She'l both Convert into one spreading Flame,
And shortning hated Life extend her Fame.
Mec.
A Roman Mind can only Death command;
Fear no such Courage from a Barbarous Hand!
Enter a Servant.
Serv.
Octavia, Sir—
Cæs.
Poor Soul! I pity Her,
She ill the news will of Antonius bear.
She's past all human Grief and human Care.
Cæs.
She is not dead.
Serv.
Yes, in her way to Rome,
Of grief and discontent, as we presume.
Cæs.
Ye joyes of Victory a while forbear,
I must on my Octavia drop a tear.
She was the best of Women, Gentlest Wife,
In every part how vertuous was her life!
Mec.
From out the Christal Palace of her Brest,
Her clearer Soul is gone to endless rest.
What time, what reason can my loss digest?
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Mess.
Canidius still does an old Fort defend.
Cæs.
On every spark of War we must attend.
True Wisdom will no Enemy despise:
From small beginnings mighty Flames arise.
Enter Canidius with his Souldiers.
Canid.
Thus the last Sword for Liberty I draw,
And whom Despair thrusts on no numbers awe.
Who knows—
But that those nobler Souls of Ancient Rome
May strike with us 'gainst slavery to come.
Enter Cæsar with his Souldiers.
Cæs.
I charge you all the brave Canidius spare,
Let not his Blood now stain the ended War:
His number speaks not terror, but despair.
[Canid. is beaten off the Stage.
[He re-enters.
Canid.
Fight but one Minute longer, whil'st that I
And some few nobler Souls like Romans die.
[They kill themselves.
Then may you all by Cæsars mercy live,
[The rest yields.
Whil'st we our Freedom from our Swords receive.
Cæs.
What have I done! that men had rather dye
By their own hand, than trust my Clemency?
Mecœn.
Canidius to his Master was most true,
And did for him what I wou'd do for you.
Agrip.
The World does no more Enemies contain,
And Cæsar over peaceful Rome may raign.
Ex. Omnes.
Enter Antonius, Cleopatra, Charmion, and Iras in the Monument.
Anto.
'Twas I that pull'd on you the hate of Rome,
And all your Ills past, present, and to come.
It is not fit nor possible I live,
And my dear Queen, it growes unkind to grieve.
Cleop.
'Twas I that lost you in each Roman mind;
And to your ruine can you still be kind?
How can you bear this Tyranny of Fate,
And not the Cause, your Cleopatra hate.
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So Venus look't, when the Idalian Bear
The tender side of her Adonis tore:
Nor yields my Queen in Beauty or in grief,
When half the World under my rule was plac't
Your Love was all the joy that I cou'd tast,
It was my chief delight, and is my last.
I dye, and have but one short word to say;
But you must swear, my Queen you will obey.
Cleop.
By all our Love I will, my death command,
And see the eager duty of my hand.
Anto.
Your death! it is the only thing I fear:
And Fate no other way can reach me here.
Cleop.
Down from a Throne to any private State:
It is a dismal Precipice to the Great.
I giddy with the horrid prospect grow;
And shall fall in, unless Death help me now.
Anto.
Heav'n that success does to my Arms deny,
Whispers a Roman Soul, and bids him dye.
Our case is different; to Cæsar sue,
Thô me he hate, he needs must pity you.
Your Beauty and my Love were all your Crime,
And you must live my Queen.
Cleop.
When you are dead—
To be despis'd, reproach't, in triumph lead;
A Queen and Slave! who wou'd not life renounce,
Rather than bear those distant names at once.
Anto.
But you may live a Queen; say you obey'd
Through fear: and were compell'd to give me Aid:
That all your Subjects private Orders had
Not to resist him, and my Cause betray'd.
Say, that at last you did my Death procure;
Say any thing that may your Life and Crown secure.
Cleop.
'Twere false and base, it rather shall be said
I kill'd my self when I beheld you dead.
Anto.
Me the unhappy cause of all your wo!
Your own, and your dear Country's overthrow.
Remember I was jealous, rash, soon mov'd,
Suspected no less fiercely than I lov'd:
How I Thyreus kill'd, your Love accus'd,
And to your kind defence my faith refus'd.
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And Death of thousand ills hath chose the best.
[He faints.
Cleop.
O stay! and take me with you—
Anto.
Dearest Queen,
Let my Life end before your Death begin.
O Rome! thy freedom does with me expire,
And thou art lost, obtaining thy desire.
[Dies.
Cleop.
He's gone! he's gone! and I for ever lost!
The great Antonius now is but a Ghost:
A wandring shadow on the Stygian Coast.
I'm still a Queen, though by the Fate of War,
Death and these Women all my Subjects are;
And this unhappy Monument is all
Of the whole World, that I my own can call.
Iras.
O name not Death!
Cæsar men say is good, wise, mild and just;
So many Vertues how can you distrust?
Cleop.
Thô his last breath advis'd me to submit
To Cæsar, and his falling Fortunes quit:
When I nam'd Death, speechless my hand he prest;
And seem'd to say that I had chose the best.
Iras.
He cou'd not be so cruel, you mistook;
Too sharply you apply his dying look.
Cleo.
He does expect it, and I'le keep my word,
If there be Death in Poyson, Fire, or Sword.
Charm.
Fortune with lighter stroaks strikes lighter things;
With her whole weight she crushes falling Kings.
Cleop.
We shall in Triumph, Charmion, be led,
Till with our shame Romes Pride be surfeited:
Till every finger Cleopatra find
Pointing at her, who was their Queen design'd.
Char.
Their Anger they may glut, but not their Pride.
They ne'r had Triumph't if men durst have dy'd.
Cleop.
Beauty, thou art a fair, but fading flow'r,
The tender prey of every coming hour:
In Youth thou Comet-like art gaz'd upon,
But art portentous to thy self alone.
Unpunish't thou to few wer't ever giv'n:
Nor art a Blessing, but a Mark from Heav'n.
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Thou art no real, but a seeming good.
Sick at the Heart! Thou in the Face look'st well,
And none but such as feel thy pangs can tell.
By thy exalted State we only gain,
To be more wretched than the Vulgar can.
Iras.
Think how he'l use your Sons when you are dead,
And none their Cause can like a Mother plead.
Cleop.
Perhaps, when I am dead, his hate may cease,
And Pity take declining Rages place.
Sure in the Grave all Enmities take end,
And Love alone can to the Dead extend.
Men say that we to th'other World shall bear
The same Desires and Thoughts, imploy'd as here.
The Hero shall in shining Arms delight,
In neighing Steeds, shril sounds and empty fight:
Poets shall sing, and in soft Dances move,
And Lovers in Eternal Roses Love.
If so, Antonius, we but change the Scene,
And there pursue what we did here begin.
Charm.
I am prepar'd to follow or to lead:
Name but the fatal Path that you will tread.
Cleop.
In yonder golden Box three Asps there lie,
Of whose least venomous bite men sleep and die:
Take one and to my naked Breast apply
Its poysonous mouth—
Charm.
Alone she shall not die.
Iras.
When Julius Cæsar in the Senate fell,
Where were these thoughts? and yet he lov'd as well.
Cleop.
He lov'd me not! he was ambitious he;
And but at looser Times took thought of me.
Glory and Empire fill'd his restless mind:
He knew not the soft pleasures of the Kind.
Our Joyes were frighted still with fresh alarms,
And new Designs still forc't him from my Arms.
But my Antonius lov'd me with his Soul.
No cares of Empire did his Flame controul.
I was his Friend, the Partner of his mind;
Our days were joyful, and our nights were kind:
He liv'd for Me, and I will die for Him.
[Stings her.
So, now 'tis past! I feel my eyes grow dim,
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What all must bear I earlier endure.
[Kneels down to Anto.
To thy cold Arms take thy unhappy Queen,
Who both thy ruine and her own has been:
Other Embrace than this she'l never know,
But a pale Ghost, pursue thy shade below.
Good Asp bite deep and deadly in my Brest,
And give me sudden and Eternal Rest.
[She dies.
[Iras runs away.
Charm.
Fool, from thy hasty Fate thon can'st not run
Iras.
Let it bite you, I'le stay till you have done:
Alas! my life but newly is begun—
Charm.
No: thou woud'st live to shame thy Family;
But I'le take care that thou shalt Nobly dye.
Iras.
Good Charmion!
Charm.
I'le hear no more: faint Hearts that seek delay
Will never want some foolish thing to say.
Charm. stings her, then puts it to her own Breast.
At our Queens feet let's decently be found,
And Loyal Grief be thought our only Wound.
[Dies.
Enter Cæsar, Mecœnas, Agrippa, and Photinus.
Cæs.
Yonder's the Monument, that famous Tow'r;
'Tis weak, and may be ruin'd in an hour.
Summon the Queen—'Tis obstinacy now
[Calls thrice, none answers.
Not resolution the lost Queen does show;
Call for a Battering Ram—now down it goes.
[Enter all.
Mecœn.
But oh! what horror does that Breach disclose?
The Queen, Antonius, and her Maids lie dead:
From their pale Cheeks the Life but newly fled.
Cæs.
Am I so cruel and relentless held,
That Women dare not to my mercy yield?
Phot.
The Queen your Roman Triumphs ever fear'd,
And therefore Poysons of all sorts prepar'd
To end her life, and to prevent that shame,
When ever the unhappy prospect came.
[Phot. runs to Iras.
Some signs of life in that soft Maid remain;
She seems to move her dying lips again.
Iras.
I'st thus your word you with poor Iras keep—
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On whom you please—Death soon my Eyes will close;
And Cæsar my—
[Dies.
Cæs.
The Crown of Egypt, Slave, dispos'd by thee?
Her dying words contain some Mystery:
Phot.
Which I'le take care she never shall explain—
[Aside.
She raves: the Poison has disturb'd her brain.
[Kills her.
Cæs.
Thou hast not, Slave, the tender Virgin slain?
Phot.
I lov'd and cou'd not see her lie in pain.
Cæs.
Villain, thou feard'st that her last breath might say
Something that might thy treacherous heart betray.
Mecœnas, seize on him, see quick Justice done.
Sould.
Quicker than this, great Cæsar, there is none.
[Kills Phot.
Cæs.
Who art thou that dar'st kill and Cæsar by?
Sould.
I'm Brother to that Maid, resolv'd to die
By the same hand, if Cæsar say the word.
Cæs.
Put up: it was a kind of Vertue in thy Sword.
What cou'd Antonius from a Brother fear,
Who owes him all the Honours he does wear?
Oh! what a God-like pleasure had it been
With thee t'have shar'd the Empire once agen?
And to have made a second Sacrifice
To Friendship of each others Enemies.
By thee I am whatever I was made,
But thou art proud, and scorn'st to be repaid.
Agrip.
The Queens vast Treasure, Sir, I blazing found;
A greater Wealth than ever Thetis drown'd.
She her fair Person to a Carcass turn'd:
And has her Treasure to vile Ashes burn'd.
Both ways defeating the proud hopes of Rome.
Cæs.
Great minds the Gods alone can overcome—
Let no man with his present Fortune swell
The Fate of growing Empire who can tell?
We stand but on that Greatness whence these fell.
Ex. Omnes.
FINIS.
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