_Nig._ We know our glory; The dignity of _Rome_, and what's above All can be urg'd, the quiet of your mind Depends upon our haste. _Dio._ Remove to night; Five days shall bring me to you. _All._ Happiness To _Cæsar_, and glorious victory. [_Exeunt._ _Dio._ The cheerfulness of my Souldiers gives assurance Of good success abroad; if first I make My peace at home here. There is something chides me, And sharply tells me, that my breach of faith To _Delphia_ and _Drusilla_, is the ground Of my misfortunes; And I must remember, While I was lov'd, and in great _Delphia's_ Grace, She was as my good Angel, and bound Fortune To prosper my designs; I must appease her; Let others pay their Knees, their Vows, their Prayers To weak imagin'd Powers; She is my All, And thus I do invoke her. Knowing _Delphia_, Thou more than Woman, and though thou vouchsafest To grace the Earth with thy celestial Steps, And taste this grosser air, thy heavenly Spirit Hath free access to all the secret Counsels Which a full Senate of the gods determine When they consider man: The brass leav'd Book Of Fate lies open to thee, where thou read'st, And fashionest the destinies of men At thy wish'd pleasures; Look upon thy creature, And as thou twice hast pleased to appear To reprehend my falshood, now vouchsafe To see my low submission. [Delphia _and_ Drusilla _appear_. _Del._ What's thy Will? False, and unthankful, (and in that deserving All humane sorrows) darst thou hope from me Relief or Comfort? _Dio._ Penitence does appease Th' incensed Powers, and Sacrifice takes off Their heavy angers; thus I tender both; The Master of great _Rome_, and in that, Lord Of all the Sun gives heat and being to, Thus sues for mercy; Be but as thou wert, The Pilot to the Bark of my good fortunes, And once more steer my actions to the Port Of glorious Honour, and if I fall off Hereafter from my faith to this sweet Virgin, Joyn with those Powers that punish perjury, To make me an example to deter Others from being false. _Dru._ Upon my soul, You may believe him; nor did he e'r purpose To me but nobly; he made tryal how I could endure unkindness; I see Truth Triumphant in his sorrow. Dearest Aunt, Both credit him, and help him; and on assurance That what I plead for, you cannot deny, I raise him thus, and with this willing kiss I seal his pardon. _Dio._ O that I e'r lookt Beyond this abstract of all womans goodness.