_Max._ Gods, what a sluce of blood have I let open! My happy ends are come to birth, he's dead, And I reveng'd; the Empire's all a fire, And desolation every where inhabits: And shall I live that am the author of it, To know _Rome_ from the awe o'th' world, the pity? My friends are gone before too of my sending, And shall I stay? is ought else to be liv'd for? Is there an other friend, another wife, Or any third holds half their worthiness, To linger here alive for? Is not vertue In their two everlasting souls departed, And in their bodies first flame fled to heaven? Can any man discover this, and love me? For though my justice were as white as truth, My way was crooked to it, that condemns me: And now _Aecius_, and my honored Lady, That were preparers to my rest and quiet, The lines to lead me to _Elyzium_: You that but stept before me, on assurance I would not leave your friendship unrewarded, First smile upon the sacrifice I have sent ye, Then see me coming boldly: stay, I am foolish, Somewhat too suddain to mine own destruction, This great end of my veng[e]ance may grow greater: Why may not I be _Cæsar_? Yet no dying; Why should not I catch at it? fools and children Have had that strength before me, and obtain'd it, And as the danger stands, my reason bids me, I will, I dare; my dear friends pardon me, I am not fit to dye yet, if not _Cæsar_; I am sure the Souldier loves me, and the people, And I will forward, and as goodly Cedars Rent from _Oeta_ by a sweeping tempest Jointed again and made tall masts, defie Those angry winds that split 'em, so will I New piece again, above the fate of women, And made more perfect far, than growing private, Stand and defie bad fortunes: If I rise, My wife was ravish'd well; If then I fall, My great attempt honours my Funeral.-- [_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Enter 3 Senators, and_ Affranius. _1._ Guard all the posterns to the Camp _Affranius_, And see 'em fast, we shall be rifled else, Thou art an honest, and a worthy Captain. _2._ Promise the Souldier any thing. _3._ Speak gently, And tell 'em we are now in council for 'em, Labouring to choose a _Cæsar_ fit for them, A Souldier, and a giver. _1._ Tell 'em further, Their free and liberal voices shall goe with us. _2._ Nay more, a negative say we allow 'em. _3._ And if our choice displease 'em, they shall name him. _1._ Promise three donatives, and large, _Affranius_. _2._ And _Cæsar_ once elected, present foes, With distribution of all necessaries, Corn, Wine, and Oyle. _3._ New garments, and new Arms, And equal portions of the Provinces To them, and to their families for ever. _1._ And see the City strengthned.