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Show (3§) C*far himfelf it fhall pufe, His dap (hall troubled be and few, And he fhall fall by treafon too. He by feverity Vivine Shall be an offering at my Shrine j As I was his, he muji be mine. Jkk formy Life regret no more, For Fate fall rvap thee foon a/bore, And to thy Pompey thee reftore. Where paft the fears of fad removes Wet entertain our fpotlefs Loves, In beauteous and immortal Groves. There none a guilty Crown fhall wear, Nor Grfar be Dictator there, Nor JhaU Cornelia Jbed a Tear. After this a Military Dance, as the continuance of her Dream, and then Cornelia ftarts up, as wa* kend in amazement, faying, What have I feen ? and whither is it gone ? How great the Vifwn! and how quickly clone! Yet if in Dreams we future things can fee, There s, ftill fame joy laid up in Fate for me. Exit. ACT. 09) Ac*. IV'. SCENE !. Ptolomy, Achillas, Phvtittm. PTOLOMY. W „ , .. , A (whichhad Hat? with that Hand, and with that Sword A Vidim of th' unhappy Pompey made. Saw you Septimius, fled from Cjfa/s hate, Give fuch a bloody period to his Fate ? ACHILLAS. He's dead, Sir, and by that you may colle&, What (hame (forefeen by him) you muft QXpcSt i Ctfar you m a y by this flow anger know, The violent does quickly come and go I But the confidcr'd indignation grows Stronger by age, and gives the fiercer blows J In vain you hope his fury to afTwage, W h o now fecure, does politickly rage; He fafely for his Fame concern'd appears, Pompey alive abhor'd, he dead reveres i And of his Slaughter by this Art doth chufe, To aft the vengeance, and yet make the ufe, PTOLOMY. Had I believ'd thee, I had never known A Mafter here, nor been without a Throne t ' " But ftill with this imprudence Kings are curft, " T o hear too much Advice and chufd the worft; ^ At the Pits brink Fate does their Reafon blind 5 " Or if fome hint they of their danger find, " Yet that falfc light amifs their Judgment fleers, "Plunges them in, and then it difappears. PHOTINUS. I muft confefs I Cxfar did miftafce, Since fuch a Service he a Crime does maker But yet his ftde hath ftreams, and thofe alone Can expiate your fault, and fk your Thfone-ltl0 |