_Cleo._ I will not.
_Caesar_. I command.
_Cleo._ Command, and goe without, Sir.
I do command thee be my slave for ever,
And vex while I laugh at thee.
_Caesar_. Thus low, beauty.
_Cleo._ It is too late; when I have found thee absolute,
The man that Fame reports thee, and to me,
May be I shall think better. Farewel Conquerour. [_Exit._
_Caesar_. She mocks me too: I will enjoy her Beauty:
I will not be deni'd; I'le force my longing.
Love is best pleas'd, when roundly we compel him,
And as he is Imperious, so will I be.
Stay fool, and be advis'd: that dulls the appetite,
Takes off the strength and sweetness of delight.
By Heaven she is a miracle, I must use
A handsom way to win: how now; what fear
Dwells in your faces? you look all distracted.
_Enter_ Sceva, Anthony, Dolabella.
_Sceva_. If it be fear, 'tis fear of your undoing,
Not of our selves: fear of your poor declining:
Our lives and deaths are equall benefits,
And we make louder prayers to dye nobly,
Than to live high, and wantonly: whilst you are secure here,
And offer Hecatombs of lazie kisses
To the lewd god of love, and cowardize,
And most lasci[v]iously dye in delights,
You are begirt with the fierce _Alexandrians_.
_Dol._ The spawn of _Egypt_ flow about your Palace,
Arm'd all: and ready to assault.
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