_Sept._ I am still your own, Sir.
_Pho._ One thing I charge thee, see me no more, _Septimius_,
Unless I send. [_Exit._
_Sept._ I shall observe your hour.
So, this brings something in the mouth, some savour;
This is the Lord I serve, the Power I worship,
My Friends, Allies, and here lies my Allegiance.
Let People talk as they please of my rudeness,
And shun me for my deed; bring but this to 'em,
(Let me be damn'd for blood) yet still I am honourable,
This God creates new tongues, and new affections;
And though I had kill'd my Father, give me Gold
I'll make men swear I have done a pious Sacrifice;
Now I will out-brave all; make all my Servants,
And my brave deed shall be writ in Wine, for vertuous. [_Exit._
SCENE III.
_Enter_ Caesar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva.
_Caes._ Keep strong Guards, and with wary eyes (my friends)
There is no trusting to these base _Egyptians_;
They that are false to pious benefits,
And make compell'd necessities their faiths
Are Traitors to the gods.
_Ant._ We'll call ashore
A Legion of the best.
_Caes._ Not a Man, _Antony_,
That were to shew our fears, and dim our greatness:
No, 'tis enough my Name's ashore.
_Sce._ Too much too,
A sleeping _Caesar_ is enough to shake them;
There are some two or three malicious Rascals
Train'd up in Villany, besides that _Cerberus_
That _Roman_ Dog, that lick'd the blood of _Pompey_.
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