_Ars._ I am new created,
And owe this second being to you (best Sister)
For now I feel you have infus'd into me
Part of your fortitude.
_Eros_. I still am fearful;
I dare not tell a lie; you that were born
Daughters and Sisters unto Kings, may nourish
Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble handmaid
Must not presume to rival.
_Cleo._ Yet (my _Eros_)
Though thou hast profited nothing by observing
The whole course of my life, learn in my death,
Though not to equal, yet to imitate
Thy fearless Mistress.
_Enter_ Photinus.
_Eros_. O, a man in Arms!
His Weapon drawn too?
_Cleo._ Though upon the point
Death sate, I'll meet it, and outdare the danger.
_Pho._ Keep the Watch strong, and guard the passage sure
That leads unto the Sea.
_Cleo._ What Sea of rudeness
Breaks in upon us? or what Subjects Breath
Dare raise a storm, when we command a calm?
Are Duty and Obedience fled to Heaven?
And in their room ambition and pride
Sent into _Egypt_? That Face speaks thee, _Photinus_,
A thing thy Mother brought into the World;
My Brother's and my Slave: but thy behaviour,
Oppos'd to that, an insolent intruder
Upon that Soveraignty thou shouldst bow to.
If in the Gulph of base ingratitude,
All loyalty to _Ptolomy_ the King
Be swallowed up, remember who I am,
Whose Daughter and whose Sister; or suppose
That is forgot too; let the name of _Caesar_
Which Nations quake at, stop the desperate madness
From running headlong on to thy Confusion.
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