_Sep._ He does all this.
_Achil._ Yes: and is honour'd for it;
Nay call'd the honour'd _Caesar_, so maist thou be:
Thou wert born as near a Crown as he.
_Sep._ He was poor.
_Pho._ And desperate bloody tricks got him this credit.
_Sep._ I am afraid you will once more--
_Pho._ Help to raise thee:
Off with thy pining black, it dulls a Souldier,
And put on resolution like a man,
A noble Fate waits on thee.
_Sep._ I now feel
My self returning Rascal speedily.
O that I had the power--
_Achil._ Thou shalt have all:
And do all through thy power, men shall admire thee,
And the vices of _Septimius_ shall turn vertues.
_Sep._ Off: off: thou must off: off my cowardize,
Puling repentance off.
_Pho._ Now thou speakst nobly.
_Sep._ Off my dejected looks: and welcom impudence:
My daring shall be Deity, to save me:
Give me instructions, and put action on me:
A glorious cause upon my swords point, Gentlemen,
And let my wit, and valour work: you will raise me,
And make me out-dare all my miseries?
_Pho._ All this, and all thy wishes.
_Sep._ Use me then,
Womanish fear farewell: I'le never melt more,
Lead on, to some great thing, to wake my spirit:
I cut the Cedar _Pompey_, and I'le fell
This huge Oak _Caesar_ too.
_Pho._ Now thou singst sweetly:
And _Ptolomy_ shall crown thee for thy service.
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