Alas thou art rather mad: take thy rest _Sceva_,
Thy duty makes thee erre, but I forgive thee:
Go, go I say, shew me no disobedience:
'Tis well, farewel, the day will break dear Lady,
My Souldiers will come in; please you retire,
And think upon your servant.
_Cleo._ Pray you Sir, know me,
And what I am.
_Caesar_. The greater, I more love ye,
And you must know me too.
_Cleo._ So far as modesty,
And majesty gives leave Sir, ye are too violent.
_Caesar_. You are too cold to my desires.
_Cleo._ Swear to me,
And by your self (for I hold that oath sacred)
You will right me as a Queen--
_Caesar_. These lips be witness,
And if I break that oath--
_Cleo._ You make me blush Sir,
And in that blush interpret me.
_Caesar_. I will do,
Come let's go in, and blush again: this one word,
You shall believe.
_Cleo._ I must, you are a conquerour. [_Exeunt._
ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA.
_Enter_ Ptolomy, Photinus.
_Pho._ Good Sir, but hear.
_Ptol._ No more, you have undone me,
That, that I hourly fear'd, is fain upon me,
And heavily, and deadly.
_Pho._ Hear a remedy.
_Ptol._ A remedy now the disease is ulcerous?
And has infected all? your secure negligence
Has broke through all the hopes I have, and ruin'd me:
My Sister is with _Caesar_, in his chamber,
All night she has been with him; and no doubt
Much to her honour.
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