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Show CO To render him tctfofrr were the fame, W h o muft forgive M m to augment Ins Fame: He will a bravVy on himfelf impofe And fwMd'iHSt-tilft" mercy he beftows •, Glad if that w a f J f W * ??£ e;~mC' And in th^ftme^'pleafe lubjeded Rome : But whilft«Wu him w this neceflltate, You'll purchafe his,1 as well as Pompey s hate. His danger and-cfiatenour then prevent, Both malcfei great, and keep him innocent, Whilft Pompeyh W & y°« Jn h i m deftroy' Let Cffa at your'eoft, the fruit enpy: By this advice, which youll, I hope, allow, You'll gain * Friend, '.and need not fear a Foe; But if Achillas imfafe courfe you choofc You neitheVWin, but both theit Friendships loie. m JJU • - : X1 FTOLOMY. L et us<n'b'mote 'debate what's Juft and fit, But to the World* Viciffitude fubmit Your Mir^?Votes do with m y thoughts agree, Whoiri fe^gieat a change would a&vc be, Rome hath too long made an famous Claim, That all vr$h fhould adore the R o m a n Name: Her lofty Freedom let us now throw down, And all her fcorn in Pompey's Blood lets drown. .. Cutting die Root by which that Pride does live, T o the^ Worlds Tyrants, let's a Tyrant give; N o w Fate would chain an Arrogance, fo fierce, g I et's help her to revenge the Univerfe -( Rome, d% 'fhalt ferve, and Kings which always yet, Th' haft dar d withfo much infoleuce to treat, Will C4ar now,' \*ith lefs Regret obey, Since thou malt W'Mflav'd as well as they. Achillas and Septimms lofe no time, ;. But make us DeathleTs by this glorious Crime , ,jA O f H e a v ^ Refehttoent I'll the haiard rnn, ft WhoTe'hr'mW Hither fure to be undone. oT c a ACHIL- (7) ACHILLAS A King's Command muft no difpnte endure. PTOLOMY. G o then, the Scepter which I bear, fecure; For you by this Commifllon are become The Deftinies of Egypt and of Rome. SCENE II. ttohmy, fhotinm. PTOLOMY. I am miftaken, Photin, or by this M y Sifter will her expectation mifs, Pompey m y Father's Will having feeur'd, Her Coronation flie believes affur'd. And fhe her felf the Miftrefi does efteem, O f that divided Scepter left by him. Their Antient Friendfhip ihe depends upon, And inwardly already fhares m y Throne 5 Whence her Ambition is become fo vain, That from its Afhes it revives again. PHOTINUS. Sir, 'Twas a motive I did not debate, And yet which ought to haften Pompey s Fate. He your Pretentions doubtlefs will decide, And by your Father's Will your Claims divide. To which great Truft of Friendfhip being true, ' You know how much hedifoMiges you. Nor that by this Difcourfe, I woold remove The facred Cement of a Brothers Love, I banifh her not from yonr Heart, but Throne; For he Reigns not, that does not Reign alone. Divided |