_Pho._ How fell the King?
_Achil._ Unable
To follow _Caesar_, he was trod to death
By the Pursuers, and with him the Priest
Of _Isis_, good _Achoreus_.
_Ars._ May the Earth
Lye gently on their ashes.
_Pho._ I feel now,
That there are powers above us; and that 'tis not
Within the searching policies of man
To alter their decrees.
_Cleo._ I laugh at thee;
Where are thy threats now, Fool, thy scoffs and scorns
Against the gods? I see calamity
Is the best Mistress of Religion,
And can convert an Atheist. [_Shout within._
_Pho._ O they come,
Mountains fall on me! O for him to dye
That plac'd his Heaven on Earth, is an assurance
Of his descent to Hell; where shall I hide me?
The greatest daring to a man dishonest,
Is but a Bastard Courage, ever fainting. [_Exit._
_Enter_ Caesar, Sceva, Antony, Dolabella.
_Caes._ Look on your _Caesar_; banish fear, my fairest,
You now are safe.
_Sce._ By _Venus_, not a kiss
Till our work be done; the Traitors once dispatch'd
To it, and we'll cry aim.
_Caes._ I will be speedy. [_Exeunt._
_Cleo._ Farewel again, _Arsino_; how now, _Eros_?
Ever faint-hearted?
_Eros_. But that I am assur'd,
Your Excellency can command the General,
I fear the Souldiers, for they look as if
They would be nibling too.
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