_Dol._ 'Tis strange, a _Roman_ Souldier?
_Sce._ You are cozen'd,
There be of us as be of all other Nations,
Villains, and Knaves; 'tis not the name contains him,
But the obedience; when that's once forgotten,
And Duty flung away, then welcome Devil.
_Photinus_ and _Achillas_, and this Vermine
That's now become a natural Crocodile
Must be with care observ'd.
_Ant._ And 'tis well counsel'd
No Confidence, nor trust--
_Sce._ I'll trust the Sea first,
When with her hollow murmurs she invites me,
And clutches in her storms, as politick Lions
Conceal their Claws; I'll trust the Devil first.
_Caes._ Go to your rests, and follow your own Wisedoms,
And leave me to my thoughts: pray no more complement,
Once more strong Watches.
_Dol._ All shall be observ'd, Sir. [_Exit._
_Caes._ I am dull and heavy, yet I cannot sleep,
How happy was I in my lawful Wars,
In _Germany_, and _Gaul_, and _Britanny_
When every night with pleasure I set down
What the day ministred! The sleep came sweetly:
But since I undertook this home-division,
This civil War, and past the _Rubicon_;
What have I done that speaks an ancient _Roman_?
A good, great man? I have enter'd _Rome_ by force,
And on her tender Womb (that gave me life)
Let my insulting Souldiers rudely trample,
The dear Veins of my Country I have open'd,
And sail'd upon the torrents that flow'd from her,
The bloody streams that in their confluence
Carried before 'em thousand desolations;
I rob'd the Treasury, and at one gripe
Snatch'd all the wealth, so many worthy triumphs
Plac'd there as sacred to the Peace of _Rome_;
I raz'd _Massilia_, in my wanton anger:
_Petreius_ and _Afranius_ I defeated:
_Pompey_ I overthrew: what did that get me?
The slubber'd Name of an authoriz'd Enemy.
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