[_Noise within._
I hear some Noise; they are the Watches sure.
What Friends have I ty'd fast by these ambitions?
_Cato_, the Lover of his Countries freedom,
Is now past into _Africk_ to affront me,
_Fuba_ (that kill'd my friend) is up in Arms too;
The Sons of _Pompey_ are Masters of the Sea,
And from the reliques of their scatter'd faction,
A new head's sprung; Say I defeat all these too;
I come home crown'd an honourable Rebel.
I hear the Noise still, and it still comes nearer;
Are the Guards fast? Who waits there?
_Enter_ Sceva _with a Packet_, Cleopatra _in it._
_Sce._ Are ye awake Sir?
_Caes._ I'th' name of Wonder.
_Sce._ Nay, I am a Porter,
A strong one too, or else my sides would crack, Sir,
And my sins were as weighty, I should scarce walk with 'em.
_Caes._ What hast thou there?
_Sce._ Ask them which stay without,
And brought it hither, your Presence I deny'd 'em,
And put 'em by; took up the load my self,
They say 'tis rich, and valu'd at the Kingdome,
I am sure 'tis heavy; if you like to see it
You may: if not, I'll give it back.
_Caes._ Stay _Sceva_,
I would fain see it.
_Sce._ I'll begin to work then;
No doubt, to flatter ye they have sent ye something,
Of a rich value, Jewels, or some rich Treasure;
May be a Rogue within to do a mischief;
I pray you stand farther off, if there be villany,
Better my danger first; he shall 'scape hard too,
Ha! what art thou?
_Caes.
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