_Pho._ I know thou wilt stir for Gold. _Sept._ 'Tis all my motion. _Pho._ There, take that for thy service, and farewel; I have greater business now. _Sept._ I am still your own, Sir. _Pho._ One thing I charge thee, see me no more, _Septimius_, Unless I send. [_Exit._ _Sept._ I shall observe your hour. So, this brings something in the mouth, some savour; This is the Lord I serve, the Power I worship, My Friends, Allies, and here lies my Allegiance. Let People talk as they please of my rudeness, And shun me for my deed; bring but this to 'em, (Let me be damn'd for blood) yet still I am honourable, This God creates new tongues, and new affections; And though I had kill'd my Father, give me Gold I'll make men swear I have done a pious Sacrifice; Now I will out-brave all; make all my Servants, And my brave deed shall be writ in Wine, for vertuous. [_Exit._ SCENE III. _Enter_ Cæsar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva. _Cæs._ Keep strong Guards, and with wary eyes (my friends) There is no trusting to these base _Egyptians_; They that are false to pious benefits, And make compell'd necessities their faiths Are Traitors to the gods. _Ant._ We'll call ashore A Legion of the best. _Cæs._ Not a Man, _Antony_, That were to shew our fears, and dim our greatness: No, 'tis enough my Name's ashore. _Sce._ Too much too, A sleeping _Cæsar_ is enough to shake them; There are some two or three malicious Rascals Train'd up in Villany, besides that _Cerberus_ That _Roman_ Dog, that lick'd the blood of _Pompey_. _Dol._ 'Tis strange, a _Roman_ Souldier? _Sce._ You are cozen'd, There be of us as be of all other Nations, Villains, and Knaves; 'tis not the name contains him, But the obedience; when that's once forgotten, And Duty flung away, then welcome Devil. _Photinus_ and _Achillas_, and this Vermine That's now become a natural Crocodile Must be with care observ'd. _Ant._ And 'tis well counsel'd No Confidence, nor trust-- _Sce._ I'll trust the Sea first, When with her hollow murmurs she invites me, And clutches in her storms, as politick Lions Conceal their Claws; I'll trust the Devil first. _Cæs._ Go to your rests, and follow your own Wisedoms, And leave me to my thoughts: pray no more complement, Once more strong Watches. _Dol._ All shall be observ'd, Sir. [_Exit._