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up, child.

you for

The fellowship of all great souls, be with thee!

Car. Look, boy; 've laid him sure enough.

Enter PETILLIUS and JUNIUS on the rock. Hengo. Have you knocked his brains out ?

Ha! Dare ye, Romans ? Ye shall win me bravely. Car. I warrant thee for stirring more: Cheer Thou'rt mine!

(Fight.

Jun. Not yet, sir. Hengo. Hold my sides hard; stop, stop; oh, Car. Breathe ye, ye poor Romans, wretched fortune,

And come up all, with all your ancient valours; Must we part thus ? Still I grow sicker, uncle. Like a rough wind I'll shake your souls, and send Car. Heaven look upon this noble child !

them Hengo. I once hoped I should have lived to have met these bloody Enter SUETONIUS, and all the Roman captains. Romans

Suet. Yield thee, bold Caratach! By all the At my sword's point, to have reveuged my father,

gods, to have beaten them. Oh, hold me hard! But, As I am soldier, as I envy thee, uncle

I'll use thee like thyself, the valiant Briton. Car. Thou shalt live still, I hope, boy.

Shall

Pet. Brave soldier, yield, thou stock of arms I draw it?

and honour, Hengo. You draw away my soul, then; I Thou filler of the world with fame and glory! would live

Jun. Most worthy man, we'll woo thee, be A little longer, (spare me, Heavens !) but only

thy prisoners. To thank

your tender love ! Good uncle, Suet. Excellent Briton, do me but that honour, Good noble uncle, weep not !

That more to me than conquest, that true hap.. Car. Oh, my chicken,

piness, My dear boy, what shall I lose ?

To be my friend! Hengo. Why, a child,

Car. Oh, Romans, see what here is! That must have died however; had this 'scaped Had this boy livedme,

Suet. For fame's sake, for thy sword's sake, fever or famine - I was born to die, sir.

As thou desir'st to build thy virtues greater! Car. But thus unblown, my boy ?

By all that's excellent in man, and honestHengo. I go the straighter

Car. I do believe. Ye've made me a brave foe; My journey to the gods. Sure I shall know you, Make me a noble friend, and from your goodness, When you come, uncle ? Car. Yes, boy.

Give this boy honourable earth to lie in!

Suet. He shall have fitting funeral. Hengo. And I hope

Car. I yield then; We shall enjoy together that great blessedness,

Not to your blows, but your brave courtesies.

Pet. Thus we conduct, then, to the arms of Car. Most certain, child.

peace, Hengo. I grow cold;

The wonder of the world ! eyes are going.

Suet. Thus I embrace thee; (Flourisha Car. Lift them up!

And let it be no flattery, that I tell thee, Hengo. Pray for me;

Thou’rt the only soldier ! And, noble uncle, when my bones are ashes, Car. How to thank ye, Think of your little nephew ! Mercy!

I must hereafter find upon your usage.

I am for Rome? You blessed angels, take him!

Suet. You must. Hengo. Kiss me! so.

Car. Then Rome shall know Farewell , farewell!

[Dies. The man, that makes ber spring of glory grow. Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain!

Suet. Petillius, you have shewn much worth Thou royal graft, farewell for ever! Time and death,

Redeemed much error; you have my love again; You've done your worst. Fortune, now see, now Preserve it. Junius, with you I make him

proudly Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph: Look,

Equal in the regiment.

Jun. The elder and the nobler; Look what thou hast brought this land to. Oh, I will give place, sir.

Suet. You shew a friend's soul. How lovely yet thy ruins shew, how sweetly

and through the camp, in every tongue, Even death embraces thee! The peace of heaven, The virtues of great Caratach be sung!

(E.reunt.

You told me of.

Mine

Car. Mercy!

this day,

fair flower,

March on,

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SCEVA, a free speaker, also captain to Cesar, MEN.

Three lame soldiers. . JULIUS CÆSAR, emperor of Rome.

Guard. PTOLOMY, king of Egypt.

Servants. ACHOREUS, an honest counsellor, priest of Isis.

WOMEN.
PHOTINUS, a politician, minion to Ptolomy.
ACHILLAS, captain of the guard to Ptolomy. CLEOPATRA, queen of Egypt. Cæsar's mistress
SEPTIMIUS, a revolted Roman villain.

ARSINOE, Cleopatra's sister.
LABIENUS, a Roman soldier, and nuncio. Eros, Cleopatra's waiting woman.
APOLLODORUS, guardian to Cleopatra.
ANTONY,

Cæsar's captains.
DOLLABELLA,

SCENE, - Egypt.

ACT I.

The liberty of a man, that still would be
SCENE I.

A friend to justice, to demand the motives,
Enter ACHILLAS and ACHOREUS.

That did induce young Ptolomy, or Photinus,

(To whose directions he gives up himself, Achor. I love the king, nor do dispute his And I hope wisely) to commit his sister, power,

The princess Cleopatra-If I said For that is not confined, nor to be censured The queen, Achillas, 'twere, I hope, no treason, By me, that am his subject; yet allow me She being by her father's testament

(Whose memory I bow to) left co-heir

Hems in the greater number: His whole troops In all he stood possessed of.

Exceed not twenty thousand, but old soldiers, Achil. 'Tis confessed,

Fleshed in the spoils of Germany and France, My good Achoreus, that; in these eastern king. Inured to his command, and only know doms,

To fight and overcome: And though that famine Women are not exempted from the sceptre, Reigns in his camp; compelling them to taste But claim a privilege equal to the male ;

Bread made of roots, forbid the use of man, But how much such divisions have ta'en from (Which they, with scorn, threw into Pompey's The majesty of Egypt, and what factions

camp, Have sprung from those partitions, to the ruin As in derision of his delicates) Of the poor subject, doubtful which to follow, Or corn not yet half ripe, and that a banquet ; We have too many and too sad examples : They still besiege him, being ambitious only Therefore the wise Photinus, to prevent

To come to blows, and let their swords determine The murders, and the massacres, that attend Who hath the better cause. On disunited government, and toʻshew The king without a partner, in full splendour,

Enter SEPTIMUS. Thought it convenient the fair Cleopatra

Achor. May victory (An attribute not frequent in this climate) Attend on it, where'er it is. Should be committed to safe custody,

Achil. We every hour In which she is attended like her birth,

Expect to hear the issue. Until her beauty, or her royal dowerge

Sept. Save my good lords! Hath found her out a husband.

By Isis and Osiris, whom you worship, Achor. How this may

And the four hundred gods and goddesses, Stand with the rules of policy, I know not; Adored in Rome, I am your honours' servant. Most sure I am, it holds no correspondence Achor. Truth needs, Septimius, no oaths. With the rites of Egypt, or the laws of nature. Achil. You're cruel; But, grant that Cleopatra can sit down If you deny him swearing, you take from him With this disgrace, though insupportable, Three full parts of his language. Can you imagine, that Rome's glorious senate, Sept. Your honour's bitter. To whose charge, by the will of the dead king, Confound me, where I love, I cannot say it, This government was delivered, or great Pompey, But I must swear it: Yet such is my ill fortune, That is appointed Cleopatra's guardian,

Nor vows nor protestations win belief;
As well as Ptotomy'sz will e'er approve

I think, (and I can find no other reason)
Of this rash counsel, their consent not sought for, Because I am a Roman.
That should authorize it?

Achor. No, Septimius ?
Achil. The civil war,

To be a Roman were an honour to you, In which the Roman empire is embarked Did not your manners and your life take from it, On a rough sea of danger, does exact

And cry aloud, tlrat from Rome you bring nothing Their whole care to preserve themselves, and But Roman vices, which you would plant here, gives them

But no seed of her virtues. No vacant time to think of what we do,

Sept. With your reverence, Which hardly can concern them.

I am too old to learn.
Achor. What's your opinion

Achor. Any thing honest;
Of the success? I have heard, in multitudes That I believe without an oath.
Of soldiers, and all glorious pomp of war,

Sept. I fear
Pompey is much superior.

Your lordship has slept ill to-night, and that Achil. I could give you

Invites this sad discourse ; 'twill make you old A catalogue of all the several nations,

Before your time. Oh, these virtuous morals, From whence he drew his powers; but that were And old religious principles, that fool us ! tedious.

I've brought you a new song will make you laugh, They have rich arms, are ten to one in number, Though you were at your prayers. Whích makes them think the day already won; Achor. What is the subject? And Pompey being master of the sea,

Be free, Septimius. Such plenty of all delicates are brought in, Sept. 'Tis a catalogue As if the place, on which they are entrenched, Of all the gamesters of the court and city, Were not a camp of soldiers, but Rome, Which lord lies with that lady, and what gallant: In which Lucullus and Apicius joined

Sports with that merchant's wife; and does relate To make a public feast. They at Dirachium Who sells her honour for a diamond, Fought with success; but knew not to make use Who for a tissue robe; whose husband's jealous, of

And whoʻso kind, that, to share with his wife, Fortune's fair offer : So much, I have heard, Will make the match himself: Harmless conceits, Cæsar himself confessed.

Though fools say they are dangerous. I sang it. Achor, Where are they now?

The last night, at my lord Photinus' tnble. Achil. In Thessaly, near the Pharsalian plains ;

Achor, How? as a fiddler? Where Cæsar, with a bandful of his men,

Sept. No, sir, as a guest, VOL. I.

M

A welcome guest too; and it was approved of Thy vehement protestations. By a dozen of his friends, though they were Sept. You much wrong me; touched in it:

How can I want, when your beams shine upon me, For, look you, 'tis a kind of merriment, Unless employment to express my zeal When we have laid by foolish modesty,

To do your greatness service. Do but think (As not a man of fashion will wear it)

A deed, so dark the sun would blush to look on, To talk what we have done, at least to hear it; For which mankind would curse me, and arm all If merrily set down, it fires the blood,

The powers above, and those below, against me; And heightens crest-fallen appetite.

Command me, I will on. Achor. New doctrine !

Pho. When I have use, Achil. Was't of your own composing? I'll put you to the test. Sept. No, I bought it

Sept. May it be speedy, Of a skulking scribbler for two Ptolomies ; And something worth my danger. You are cold, But the hints were mine own: The wretch was And know not your own powers : this brow was fearful;

fashioned But I have damned myself, should it be ques- To wear a kingly wreath, and your grave judgetioned,

ment That I will own it.

Given to dispose of monarchies, not to govem Achor. And be punished for it?

A child's affairs. The people's eye's upon you, Take heed, for you may so long exercise The soldier courts you: Will you wear a garment Your scurrilous wit against authority,

Of sordid loyalty, when 'tis out of fashion ? The kingdom's counsels, and make profane jests Pho. When Pompey was thy general, Septimius, (Which to you, being an atheist, is noth ng) Thou saidst as much to him. Against religion, that your great maintainers, Sept. All my love to him, Unless they would be thought copartners with you, To Cæsar, Rome, and the whole world, is lost Will leave you to the law; and then, Septimius, In the ocean of your bounties : I've no friend, Remember there are whips.

Project, design, or country, but your favour, Sept. For whores, I grant you,

Which I'll preserve at any rate. When they are out of date; 'till then they're safe

Pho. No more ; too,

When I call on you, fall not off: Perhaps, Or all the gallants of the court are eunuchs. Sooner than you expect, I may employ you; And, for mine own defence, I'll only add this; So, leave me for a while. I'll be admitted for a wanton tale,

Sept. Ever your creature !

[Erit. To some most private cabinets, when your priest Pho. Good day, Achoreus. My best friend hood,

Achillas,
Though laden with the mysteries of your goddess, Hath fame delivered yet no certain rumour
Shall wait without unnoted : So I leave you Of the great Roman action?
To your pious thoughts.

[Exit. Achil. That we are Achil." 'Tis a strange impudence

To enquire and learn of you, sir, whose grave care This fellow does put on.

For Egypt's happiness, and great Ptolomy's good, schor. The wonder great,

Hath eyes and ears in all parts.
He is accepted of.
Achil. Vices, for him,

Enter PTOLOMY, LABIENUS, und guard. Make as free way as virtues do for others.

Pho. I'll not boast 'Tis the time's fault; yet great ones still have What my intelligence costs me; but ere long graced,

You shall know more. The king! with him a To make them sport, or rub them o'er with flat

Roman. tery,

Achor. The scarlet livery of unfortunate war Observers of all kinds.

Dyed deeply on his face.

'Achil. 'Tis Labienus, Enter PHOTINUS and SEPTIMIUS.

Cæsar's lieutenant in the wars of Gaul, Achor. No more of him,

And fortunate in all his undertakings: He is not worth our thoughts; a fugitive But, since these civil jars, he turned to Pompey, From Pompey's army, and now in a danger, And, though he followed the better cause, When he should use his service.

Not with the like success. Achil. See how he hangs

Pho. Such as are wise On great Photinus' ear.

Leave falling buildings, fly to those that rise. Sept. Hell, and the furies,

But more of that hereafter. And all the plagues of darkness, light upon me, Lab. In a word, sir, You are my god on earth! and let me have These gaping wounds, not taken as a slave, Your favour here, fall what can fall hereafter ! Speak Pompey's loss. To tell you of the battle, Pho. Thou art believed ; dost thou want mo- How many thousand several bloody shapes

Death wore that day in triumph; how we bore Sept. No, sir.

The shock of Cæsar's charge ; or with what fury Pho. Or hast thou any suit? These ever follow | His soldiers came on, as if they had been

ney?

So many Cæsars, and, like him, ambitious In a full grove of his yet-flourishing friends, To tread upon the liberty of Rome:

He flies to

you
for succour, and

expects How fathers killed their sons, or sons their fathers; The entertainment of your father's friend, Or how the Roman piles on either side

And guardian to yourself. Drew Roman blood, which spent, the prince of Ptol. To say I grieve his fortune, weapons

As much as if the crown I wear (his gift) (The sword) succeeded, which, in civil wars, Were ravished from me, is a holy truth, Appoints the tent, on which winged victory Our gods can witness for me: Yet, being young, Shall make a certain stand: then, how the plains And not a free disposer of myself, Flowed o'er with blood, and what a cloud of vul- Let not a few hours, borrowed for advice, tures,

Beget suspicion of unthankfulness, And other birds of prey, hung o'er both armies, which, next to hell, I hate. Pray you retire, Attending, when their ready servitors,

And take a little rest; and let his wounds The soldiers, from whom the angry gods

Be with that care attended, as they were Had took all sense of reason and of pity, Carved on my flesh. Good Labienus, think Would serve in their own carcasses for a feast; The little respite I desire shall be How Cæsar, with his javelin, forced them on, Wholly employed to find the readiest way That made the least stop, when their angry hands To do great Pompey service. Were lifted up against some known friend's face; Lab. May the gods, Then, coming to the body of the army,

As you intend, protect you !

[Exit. He shews the sacred senate, and forbids them Ptol. Sit, sit all; To waste their force upon the common soldier, It is my pleasure. Your advice, and freely. (Whom willingly, if e'er he did know pity,

Achor. A short deliberation in this, He would have spared)

May serve to give you counsel. To be honest, Ptol. The reason, Labienus ?

Religious, and thankful, in themselves Lab. Full well he knows, that in their blood he | Are forcible motives, and can need no flourish was

Or gloss in the persuader; your kept faith, To pass to empire, and that through their bowels Though Pompey never rise to th' height he's He must invade the laws of Rome, and give

fallen from, A period to the liberty o'th' world.

Cæsar himself will love; and my opinion Then fell the Lepidi, and the bold Corvini, Is, still committing it to graver censure, The famed Torquati, Scipio's, and Marcelli, You pay the debt you owe him, with the hazard Names, next to Pompey's, most renowned on Of all you can call yours. earth.

Ptol. What's yours, Photinus ? The nobles, and the commons, lay together, Pho. Achoreus, great Ptolomy, hath counselAnd Pontic, Punic, and Assyrian blood,

led, Made up one crimson lake: Which Pompey see Like a religious and honest man, ing,

Worthy the honour that he justly holds And that his, and the fate of Rome, had left him, In being priest to Isis. But, alas, Standing upon the rampier of his camp, What in a man, sequestered from the world, Though scorning all that could fall on himself, Or in a private person, is preferred, He pities them, whose fortunes are embarked No policy allows of in a king: In his unlucky quarrel; cries aloud too,

To be or just, or thankful, makes kings guilty; That they should sound retreat, and save them And faith, though praised, is punished, that supselves :

ports That he desired not so much noble blood Such as good fate forsakes: Join with the gods, Should be lost in his service, or attend

Observe the man they favour, leave the wretched;
On his misfortunes : And then, taking horse, The stars are not more distant from the earth,
With some few of his friends, he came to Lesbos, Than profit is from honesty; all the power,
And, with Cornelia, his wife, and sons,

Prerogative, and greatness of a prince
He has touched upon your shore. The king of Aré lost, if he descend once but to steer
Partbia,

His course, as what's right guides him: Let him Famous in bis defeature of the Crassi,

leave Offered him his protection; but Pompey, The sceptre, that strives only to be good, Relying on his benefits, and your faith,

Since kingdoins are maintained by force and blood. Hath chosen Egypt for his sanctuary,

Achor. Oh, wicked ! 'Till he may recollect his scattered powers,

Piol. Peace !-Go on. And try a second day. Now, Ptolomy,

Pho. Proud Pompey shows how much he scorns Though he appear not like that glorious thing,

your youth, That three times rode in triumph, and gave laws In thinking, that you cannot keep your own To

conquered nations, and made crowns his gift, From such as are o'ercome. If you are tired (As this of yours, your noble father took With being a king, let not a stranger take From his victorious hand, and you still wear it What nearer pledges challenge: Řesign rather At his devotion) to do you more honour The government of Egypt, and of Nile, In his declined estate, as the straightest pine To Cleopatra, that has title to them;

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