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_Ap._ He enters.
_Cleo._ How?
_Caesar._ I do not use to wait, Lady,
Where I am, all the dores are free, and open.
_Cleo._ I ghess so, by your rudeness.
_Caesar._ Ye are not angry?
Things of your tender mold, should be most gentle;
Why do you frown? good gods, what a set-anger
Have you forc'd into your face! Come, I must temper ye:
What a coy smile was there, and a disdainfull!
How like an ominous flash it broke out from ye!
Defend me, Love, Sweet, who has anger'd ye?
_Cleo._ Shew him a glass; that false face has betrai'd me:
That base heart wrought me--
_Caesar._ Be more sweetly angry;
I wrong'd ye fair?
_Cleo._ Away with your foul flatteries:
They are too gross: but that I dare be angry,
And with as great a god as _Caesar_ is,
To shew how poorly I respect his memory,
I would not speak to ye.
_Caesar._ Pray ye undoe this riddle,
And tell me how I have vext ye?
_Cleo._ Let me think first
Whether I may put on a Patience
That will with honour suffer me: know, I hate ye,
Let that begin the story: Now I'le tell ye.
_Caesar._ But do it milder: In a noble Lady,
Softness of spirit, and a sober nature,
That moves like summer winds, cool, and blows sweetness;
Shews blessed like her self.
_Cleo._ And that great blessedness
You first reap'd of me: till you taught my nature
Like a rude storm to talk aloud, and thunder,
Sleep was not gentler than my soul, and stiller;
You had the Spring of my affections:
And my fair fruits I gave you leave to taste of:
You must expect: the winter of mine anger:
You flung me off, before the Court disgrac'd me,
When in the pride I appear'd of all my beauty,
Appear'd your _Mistress_; took into your eyes
The common-strumpet love of hated lucre,
Courted with covetous heart, the slave of nature,
Gave all your thoughts to gold, that men of glory,
And minds adorn'd with noble love, would kick at:
Souldiers of royal mark, scorn such base purchase:
Beauty and honour are the marks they shoot at;
I spake to ye then; I courted ye, and woo'd ye:
Call'd ye dear _Caesar_, hung about ye tenderly:
Was proud to appear your friend.
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