Is not a fingle doom; in the name lay A moiety of the world. Der. He is dead, Cæfar; Not by a publick minister of justice, Nor by a hired knife; but that self hand, Which writ his honour in the acts it did, Hath, with the courage which the heart did lend it I robb'd his wound of it; behold it stain'd With his most noble blood. Caf. The gods rebuke me, but it is a tidings To wash the eyes of kings. Agr. Look you fad, friends? And strange it is, That nature must compel us to lament Mec. Waged equal with him. Agr. His taints and honours A rarer fpirit never Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Cæfar is touch'd. Mec. When fuch a fpacious mirror's fet before him, He needs muft fee himself. I have follow'd thee to this ;-But we do lance Where Where mine his thoughts did kindle,—that our stars, Our equalness to this.-Hear me, good friends,- Enter a Meffenger. The business of this man looks out of him, Of thy intents defires instruction; That the preparedly may frame herself Caf. Bid her have good heart; She foon fhall know of us, by some of ours, Determine for her: for Cæfar cannot live To be ungentle. Mef. So the gods preserve thee ! Caf. Come hither, Proculeius; Go, and say, Left, in her greatnefs, by fome mortal stroke Would be eternal in our triumph: Go, And, with your speedieft, bring us what the fays, Pro. [Exit. Cæfar, I fhall. [Exit PROCULEIUS. [Exit GALLUS. Caf. Gallus, go you along.-Where's Dolabella, To fecond Proculeius? Caf. Let him alone, for I remember now How How he's employ'd; he shall in time be ready. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Alexandria. A Room in the Monument. Enter CLEOPATRA, CHARMIAN, and IRAS. Cleo. My defolation does begin to make Enter, to the gates of the Monument, PROCULEIUS, GALLUS, and Soldiers. Pro. Cæfar fends greeting to the queen of Egypt; And bids thee study on what fair demands Thou mean't to have him grant thee. Cleo. [Within.] Pro. My name is Proculeius. Cleo. [Within.] What's thy name? Antony Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but I do not greatly care to be deceiv'd, That have no ufe for trufting. If your master Would Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him, Pro. Be of good cheer; You are fallen into a princely hand, fear nothing: Cleo. [Within.] Pray you, tell him Pro. This I'll report, dear lady. Have comfort; for, I know, your plight is pity'd Of him that caus'd it. Gal. You fee how easily she may be surpriz'd; [Here PROCULEIUS, and two of the guard, afcend the monument by a ladder placed against a window, and baving defcended, come behind CLEOPATRA. of the guard unbar and open the gates. Guard her till Cæfar come. Some [TO PROCULEIUS and the guard. Exit GALLUS. Iras. Royal queen! Char. O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen!— Cleo. Quick, quick, good hands. [Drawing a dagger. Pro. Hold, worthy lady, hold, [Seizes, and difarms her. Do Do not yourself fuch wrong, who are in this Cleo. What, of death too, That rids our dogs of languish? Pro. Cleopatra, Do not abuse my mafter's bounty, by Gleo. Where art thou, death? Come hither, come! come, come, and take a queen Worth many babes and beggars! Pro. O, temperance, lady! I'll not fleep neither: This mortal houfe I'll ruin, Pro. You do extend These thoughts of horror further than you shall |