_Sept._ Stay, _Caesar_.
_Caes._ Who's this? the Dog, _Septimius_?
_Ant._ Cut his throat.
_Dol._ You bark'd but now, fawn you so soon?
_Sept._ O hear me,
What I'll deliver is for _Caesars_ safety,
For all your good.
_Ant._ Good from a mouth like thine,
That never belch'd but blasphemy, and treason on Festival days!
_Sept._ I am an altered man, altered indeed,
And will give you cause to say I am a _Roman_.
_Dol._ Rogue, I grant thee.
_Sept._ Trust me, I'll make the passage smooth, and easie
For your escape.
_Ant._ I'll trust the Devil sooner,
And make a safer Bargain.
_Sept._ I am trusted
With all _Photinus's_ secrets.
_Ant._ There's no doubt then
Thou wilt be false.
_Sept._ Still to be true to you.
_Dol._ And very likely.
_Caes._ Be brief, the means?
_Sept._ Thus, _Caesar_,
To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths
Not to discover it, he hath reveal'd
A dismal Vault, whose dreadful mouth does open
A mile beyond the City: in this Cave
Lye but two hours conceal'd.
_Ant._ If you believe him,
He'll bury us alive.
_Dol._ I'll flye in the Air first.
_Sept._ Then in the dead of night I'll bring you back
Into a private room, where you shall find
_Photinus_, and _Achillas_, and the rest
Of their Commanders close at Council.
_Caes.
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