_Caesar_. _Caesar_ besieg'd?
O stain to my great actions: 'twas my custom,
An Army routed, as my feet had wings
To be first in the chase: nor walls, nor Bulworks
Could guard those that escap'd the Battels fury
From this strong Arm; and I to be enclos'd?
My heart! my heart! but 'tis necessity,
To which the Gods must yield, and I obey,
'Till I redeem it by some glorious way. [_Exeunt._
SCENA II.
_Enter_ Photinus, Achillas, Septimius, _Souldiers._
_Pho._ There's no retiring now, we are broke in:
The deed past hope of pardon: if we prosper
'Twill be stil'd lawful!, and we shall give laws
To those that now command us: stop not at
Or loyalty, or duty: bold ambition,
To dare and power to do, gave the first difference
Between the King, and subject, _Caesars Motto_,
_Aut Caesar aut Nihil_, each of us must claim,
And use it as our own.
_Achil._ The deed is bloody
If we conclude in _Ptolomies_ death.
_Pho._ The better,
The globe of Empire must be so manur'd.
_Sep._ _Rome_, that from _Romulus_ first took her name,
Had her walls water'd with a Crimson showr
Drain'd from a Brothers heart: nor was she rais'd
To this prodigious height, that overlooks
Three full parts of the Earth, that pay her tribute,
But by enlarging of her [n]arrow bounds
By the Sack of Neighbour Cities, not made hers
Till they were Cemented with the Blood of those
That did possess 'em: _Caesar, Ptolomy_,
(Now I am steel'd) to me are empty names
Esteem'd as _Pompeys_ was.
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