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Show (8) Divided Empire all wife Kings avoid, For Power Commnmicated is deftroy d; And Policy--- But, flie does appear. t r •* r i ,I(,.§!CENEIII. » Ptolomy, Cleopatra, Photinus. CLE Q P A T R A. Pompey is come, (tr) and can you be here c PTOLOMY* That mighty Warriour I at home attend, • And him Achillas and Septimius fend. CLEOPATRA. What ? fuch Embafladors as thofe to him ? PTOLOMY. You may go too, if they too little feem. CLEOPATRA. Is your o w n meeting him, too great a thing ? PTOLOMY. I muft remember, that I am a King. CLEOPATRA. Can you reflect on that, and yet be flow T o kifs the hand "of him that made you fo t And pay you Homage to a M a n fo great ? PTOLOMY. Did hp that Title in Pharfalia get > CLEOPATRA. Though none did his Misfortunes help afford, He's ftilj that Pompey w h o your Crown reftor'd. PTOLOMY. ' Rather his Shade, and but m y Father Crownd, By whofe Ghoft, not by me, it fhould be own'd. Let him^tyend his Duft, and be content 11 T o recejv^Thapks from his cold Monument. tt CI FO-i (9) CLEOPATRA-Hath fuch a Benefit fuch ufage met > PTOLOMY. I both remember it and his Defeat. .CLEOPATRA. You do indeed, but with a fcornful Pride. PTOLOMY. Time is the Standard by which things are Try'd j You that fo prize him, may his greatnefs Court, But know, H e yet may perifh in the Port. CLEOPATRA. What, may his Shipwrack in the Port arrive ? And haye you dar'd his Ruine to contrive ? PTOLOMY. I have done onely what the Gods infpir'd, And what the fafety of m y State required. CLEOPATRA. I know but too much Photin, and his Crew Have, with their wicked Counfels, Poyfon d you j Souls that are but of Natures Rubbifh fram'd. PHOTINUS. The Counfel, Madam, will not be difclainvd. CLEOPATRA. 'Tis the King, Photin, I difcourfe with n o w j Stay then, till I defcend to talk to you. PTOLOMY. You muft a little with her fcorn difpenfe, I know her hatred, and your innocence ', But fhe's m y Sifter, give her humour vent. CLEOPATRA. Sir, if too late it be not to repent, Shake off at length, a Yoke that is fo vile, And call her Virtue back from her exile: That magnanimity fo great, and good, Which is conveyd to Princes, with their Blood. PTOLOMY. Swelfd with a hope in vain by you forefeen, You fpeak to m e of Ponpey, like a Queen : Through |
