King, if thou dar'd follow
Where _Caesar_ leads, or live or dye a Free-man;
If not, stay here a Bond-man to thy Slave,
And dead, be thought unworthy of a Grave. [_Exeunt._
SCENE III.
_Enter_ Septimius.
_Sept._ I feel my resolution melts again
And that I am not Knave alone, but fool,
In all my purposes. The Devil, _Photinus_,
Employs me as a Property, and grown useless
Will shake me off again; he told me so
When I kill'd _Pompey_; nor can I hope better,
When _Caesar_ is dispatch'd; Services done
For such as only study their own ends,
Too great to be rewarded, are return'd
With deadly hate; I learn'd this Principle
In his own School, yet still he fools me, well;
And yet he trusts me: Since I in my nature
Was fashion'd to be false, wherefore should I
That kill'd my General, and a _Roman_, one
To whom I ow'd all nourishments of life,
Be true to an _Egyptian_? To save _Caesar_,
And turn _Photinus's_ plots on his own head,
As it is in my power, redeem my credit,
And live to lye and swear again in fashion,
Oh, 'twere a master-piece! ha!--me _Caesar_,
How's he got off?
_Enter_ Caesar, Ptolomy, Antony, Dolabella, Achoreus,
Apollodorus, _Souldiers._
_Caes._ The fire has took,
And shews the City like a second _Troy_,
The Navy too is scorch'd, the people greedy
To save their Wealth and Houses, whilst their Souldiers
Make spoil of all; only _Achillas's_ Troops
Make good their Guard, break through them, we are safe;
I'll lead you like a Thunder-bolt.
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