_Caesar._ You have mistaken me.
_Cleo._ But neither Eye, nor Favour, not a Smile
Was I blessed back with; but shook off rudely,
And, as ye had been sold to sordid infamy,
You fell before the Images of treasure,
And in your soul you worship'd: I stood slighted,
Forgotten and contemn'd; my soft embraces,
And those sweet kisses you call'd Elyzium,
As letters writ in sand, no more remembred:
The name and glory of your _Cleopatra_
Laugh'd at, and made a story to your Captains,
Shall I endure?
_Caesar_. You are deceiv'd in all this,
Upon my life you are, 'tis your much tenderness.
_Cleo._ No, no, I love not that way; you are cozen'd:
I love with as much ambition as a Conquerour,
And where I love, will triumph.
_Caesar_. So you shall:
My heart shall be the Chariot that shall bear ye,
All I have won shall wait upon ye: By the gods
The bravery of this womans mind, has fired me:
Dear Mistress shall I but this night?--
_Cleo._ How _Caesar_?
Have I let slip a second vanity
That gives thee hope?
_Caesar_. You shall be absolute,
And Reign alone as Queen: you shall be any thing.
_Cleo._ Make me a maid again, and then I'le hear thee;
Examine all thy art of War, to do that;
And if thou find'st it possible, I'le love thee:
Till when, farewel, unthankfull.
_Caesar_. Stay.
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