_Are._ Do, and I'le flatter thee, nay more I'll love thee: Thy tortures to what now I suffer _Cæsar_, At which thou must arrive too, e're thou dy'st, Are lighter, and more full of mirth and laughter. _Emp._ Let 'em alone: I must drink. _Are._ Now be mad, But not near me yet. _Emp._ Hold me, hold me, hold me, Hold me; or I shall burst else. _Are._ See me _Cæsar_, And see to what thou must come for thy murder; Millions of womens labours, all diseases. _Emp._ Oh my afflicted soul too. _Are._ Womens fears, horrors, Despairs, and all the Plagues the hot Sun breeds.-- _Emp._ _Æcius_, O _Aecius_: O _Lucina_. _Are._ Are but my torments shadows? _Emp._ Hide me mountains; The gods have found my sins: Now break. _Are._ Not yet Sir; Thou hast a pull beyond all these. _Emp._ Oh Hell, Oh villain, cursed villain. _Are._ O brave villain, My poyson dances in me at this deed: Now _Cæsar_, now behold me, this is torment, And this is thine before thou diest, I am wildfire: The brazen Bull of _Phalaris_ was feign'd, The miseries of souls despising Heaven But Emblems of my torments. _Emp._ Oh quench me, quench me, quench me. _Are._ Fire, a flattery; And all the Poets tales of sad _Avernus_, To my pains less than fictions: Yet to shew thee What constant love I bore my murdred master; Like a Southwind, I have sung through all these tempests My heart, my wither'd heart, fear, fear thou Monster, Fear the just gods, I have my peace.-- [_He dies._