_Ant._ I'll trust the Devil sooner, And make a safer Bargain. _Sept._ I am trusted With all _Photinus's_ secrets. _Ant._ There's no doubt then Thou wilt be false. _Sept._ Still to be true to you. _Dol._ And very likely. _Cæs._ Be brief, the means? _Sept._ Thus, _Cæsar_, To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths Not to discover it, he hath reveal'd A dismal Vault, whose dreadful mouth does open A mile beyond the City: in this Cave Lye but two hours conceal'd. _Ant._ If you believe him, He'll bury us alive. _Dol._ I'll flye in the Air first. _Sept._ Then in the dead of night I'll bring you back Into a private room, where you shall find _Photinus_, and _Achillas_, and the rest Of their Commanders close at Council. _Cæs._ Good, what follows? _Sept._ Fall me fairly on their throats, Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude Will easily disperse. _Cæs._ O Devil! away with him; Nor true to Friend nor Enemy? _Cæsar_ scorns To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs So base a way; or owe the means of life To such a leprous Traytor, I have towr'd For Victory like a Faulcon in the Clouds, Nor dig'd for't like a Mole; our Swords and Cause Make way for us, and that it may appear We took a noble Course, and hate base Treason, Some Souldiers that would merit _Cæsar's_ favour, Hang him on yonder Turret, and then follow The lane this Sword makes for you. [_Exit._ _1 Sold._ Here's a Belt, Though I dye for it I'll use it. _2 Sold._ 'Tis too good To truss a Cur in. _Sept._ Save me, here's Gold. _1 Sold._ If _Rome_ Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help thee. _2 Sold._ Hang not an arse. _1 Sold._ Goad him on with thy Sword; Thou dost deserve a worser end, and may All such conclude so, that their friends betray. [_Exeunt._ SCENE IV. _Enter (severally)_ Arsino, Eros, Cleopatra. _Ars._ We are lost. _Eros_. Undone. _Ars._ Confusion, Fire, and Swords, And fury in the Souldiers face more horrid Circle us round. _Eros_. The Kings Command they laugh at, And jeer at _Cæsars_ threats. _Ars._ My Brother seiz'd on By the _Roman_, as thought guilty of the tumult, And forc'd to bear him company, as mark'd out For his protection or revenge. _Eros_. They have broke Into my Cabinet; my Trunks are ransack'd. _Ars._ I have lost my jewels too: but that's the least: The barbarous Rascals, against all humanity, Or sense of pity, have kill'd my little Dog, And broke my Monkeys Chain. _Eros_. They rifled me: But that I could endure, would they proceed no further. _Ars._ O my Sister! _Eros_. My Queen, my Mistress! _Ars._ Can you stand unmov'd When the Earth-quake of Rebellion shakes the City, And the Court trembles?