_Cleo._ O Giant-like Ambition! marryed to
_Cymmerian_ darkness! inconsiderate Fool,
(Though flatter'd with self-love) could'st thou believe,
Were all Crowns on the Earth made into one,
And that (by Kings) set on thy head; all Scepters,
Within thy grasp, and laid down at my feet,
I would vouchsafe a kiss to a no-man?
A guelded Eunuch?
_Pho._ Fairest, that makes for me,
And shews it is no sensual appetite,
But true love to the greatness of thy Spirit,
That when that you are mine shall yield me pleasures,
_Hymen_, though blessing a new married Pair
Shall blush to think on, and our certain issue,
The glorious splendor of dread Majesty,
Whose beams shall dazel _Rome_, and aw the world,
My wants in that kind others shall supply,
And I give way to it.
_Cleo._ Baser than thy Birth;
Can there be gods, and hear this, and no thunder
Ram thee into the Earth?
_Pho._ They are asleep,
And cannot hear thee;
Or with open Eyes,
Did _Jove_ look on us, I would laugh and swear
That his artillery is cloy'd by me:
Or if that they have power to hurt, his Bolts
Are in my hand.
_Cleo._ Most impious!
_Pho._ They are dreams,
Religious Fools shake at: yet to assure thee,
If _Nemesis_, that scourges pride and scorn,
Be any thing but a name, she lives in me;
For by my self (an oath to me more dreadful
Than _Stix_ is to your gods) weak _Ptolomy_ dead,
And _Caesar_ (both being in my toil) remov'd,
The poorest Rascals that are in my Camp
Shall in my presence quench their lustful heat
In thee, and young _Arsino_, while I laugh
To hear you howl in vain:
I deride those gods,
That you think can protect you.
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