_Achil._ Thou shalt have all: And do all through thy power, men shall admire thee, And the vices of _Septimius_ shall turn vertues. _Sep._ Off: off: thou must off: off my cowardize, Puling repentance off. _Pho._ Now thou speakst nobly. _Sep._ Off my dejected looks: and welcom impudence: My daring shall be Deity, to save me: Give me instructions, and put action on me: A glorious cause upon my swords point, Gentlemen, And let my wit, and valour work: you will raise me, And make me out-dare all my miseries? _Pho._ All this, and all thy wishes. _Sep._ Use me then, Womanish fear farewell: I'le never melt more, Lead on, to some great thing, to wake my spirit: I cut the Cedar _Pompey_, and I'le fell This huge Oak _Cæsar_ too. _Pho._ Now thou singst sweetly: And _Ptolomy_ shall crown thee for thy service. _Achil._ He's well wrought: put him on apace for cooling. [_Exeunt._ _ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._ _Enter_ Cæsar, Antony, Dolabella. _Ant._ The tumult still encreases. _Cæsar_. O my fortune! My lustfull folly rather! but 'tis well, And worthily I am made a bondsmans prey, That after all my glorious victories, In which I pass'd so many Seas of dangers, When all the Elements conspir'd against me, Would yield up the dominion of this head To any mortal power: so blind and stupid, To trust these base _Egyptians_, that proclaim'd Their perjuries, in noble _Pompeys_ death, And yet that could not warn me. _Dol._ Be still _Cæsar_, Who ever lov'd to exercise his fate, Where danger look't most dreadful. _Ant._ If you fall, Fall not alone: let the King and his Sister Be buried in your ruines: on my life They both are guilty: reason may assure you _Photinus_ nor _Achillas_ durst attempt you, Or shake one Dart, or sword, aim'd at your safety, Without their warrant. _Cæsar_. For the young King I know not How he may be misled; but for his Sister (Unequall'd _Cleopatra_) 'twere a kind Of blasphemy to doubt her: ugly treason Durst never dwell in such a glorious building, Nor can so clear and great a spirit, as hers is, Admit of falsehood. _Ant._ Let us seize on him then: And leave her to her fortune. _Dol._ If he have power Use it to your security, and let His honesty acquit him: if he be false It is too great an honour he should dye By your victorious hand. _Cæsar_. He comes: and I Shall do as I find cause. _Enter_ Ptolomy, Achoreus, Apollodorus.