_Ap._ _Pompey_, Madam?
_Cleo._ What of him? speak: if ill, _Apollodorus_,
It is my happiness: and for thy news
Receive a favour (_Kings_ have kneel'd in vain for)
And kiss my hand.
_Ap._ He's lost.
_Cleo._ Speak it again!
_Ap._ His army routed: he fled and pursu'd
By the all-conquering Caesar.
_Cleo._ Whither bends he?
_Ap._ To _Egypt_.
_Cleo._ Ha! in person?
_Ap._ 'Tis receiv'd
For an undoubted truth.
_Cleo._ I live again,
And if assurance of my love, and beauty
Deceive me not, I now shall find a Judge
To do me right: but how to free my self,
And get access? the _Guards_ are strong upon me,
This door I must pass through. _Apollodorus_,
Thou often hast profess'd (to do me service,)
Thy life was not thine own.
_Ap._ I am not alter'd;
And let your excellency propound a means,
In which I may but give the least assistance,
That may restore you, to that you were born to,
(Though it call on the anger of the King,
Or, (what's more deadly) all his Minion
_Photinus_ can do to me) I, unmov'd,
Offer my throat to serve you: ever provided,
It bear some probable shew to be effected.
To lose my self upon no ground, were madness,
Not loyal duty.
_Cleo._ Stand off: to thee alone,
I will discover what I dare not trust
My Sister with, _Caesar_ is amorous,
And taken more with the title of a Queen,
Than feature or proportion, he lov'd _Eunoe_,
A _Moor_, deformed too, I have heard, that brought
No other object to inflame his blood,
But that her Husband was a King, on both
He did bestow rich presents; shall I then,
That with a princely birth, bring beauty with me,
That know to prize my self at mine own rate,
Despair his favour? art thou mine?
_Ap.
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