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Show (i8) He rifing, 3b Achillas ftood behind Drawing his SwoAd for what they had defign'd, Septimius, and three Romans more embru d Their guilty hands in that heroick blood : Till ev'n Achillas was with horrour ftrook, Upon a Rage fo barbarous to look. i;, C L E O P A T R A. You gods w h o Nations do chaftife with W a r, W h e n you revenge this death, our Cities fpare ! And not the place but Actors look upon, The crime of Egypt was by Pvomans done. But tell m e what this Worthy faid, and did. ACHOREUS, With his Robes border he his vifage hid, Blindly hjrs^ruel deftiny obey'd ; And would not fee that Heav'n which him betray'd > Left any look of his, in fuch a ftroke, Should its M i fiance, or revenge invoke. Not thedeaft poor complaint fell from his Tongn<?j Or ought" that fpoke him worthy of his wrong: But that defpifing, made his laft retreat T o all that/in his life was good or great: And held the treafon, which the King had wrought, Too much below him to employhis thought, His Virtue, by theit crime more brightly (hone, And his laft gafp, was an illuftrious one. This great froul fled, his body did expofe T o th' greedy Eyes of his inhumane Foes: His head, which tumbled on the blufhing Deck, j (By vile Septimius fever'd from his neck) Upon Athittos I ance w e fixed fee, As after Battels Trophies ufe to be: And to conclude a Deftiny fo fad, The Sea was all the Sepulchre he had. T<5 fortune ndw, his flaughter'd Corps refign'd, Floats at the pleafure of the W a v e and Wind. The Poor Cornelia at the dreadful view. • sll . C C E O: 09) _ CLEOPATRA O Gods! What could fhe either fay or do' „ c,i ACHOREUS By woful ftWb, flie try'dhis life tofhield And by her mighty forrow overthrown, Fe 1 either dead or in a deadly fwoon.' ?o t in t l heP SlT ™ A 'h- Oar, lo gam the Sea, and quit thofe horrid fhores -But infamous Septimius having thought W ^ s m g h t rob'dhim of half his fault- Has with fix Ships, haften'd to her purfuir And t e dead Pompcy m docs p e r f X > But win] ft to th'King Achillas brings the Prize The trembIl Peop,e turn,d a w a fh e i r e e™e' One does with horror on the guilt reflet ^ And a revenging Earthquake does expeft: This hearsi it thunder, and that does believe Nature a Revolution muft receive Their Reafon, troubled by the Crimes extent, Cannot but-dread as vaft a puniihment. ' Pbdtpmem while fhews on the River fide I hat his mean fortune a brave foul did hide • He cunoufly examines every wave For that rich Pledge, which Treafon to them gave: That thofe lovd bones he pioufly might burnf And give him one, though an inglorious Urn. And with a little Duft a T o m b ered I o him who did the Univerfe fubied But whilft Cornelia they one way purfue Another w e might Char's coming view, A Navy winch can hardly reckon'd be. C L E O P A T R A Ne'er doubt it, Achoreus, it is he; 1 remble bad men, at your approaching Doom, M y Breath ,s now your Deftiny beconfe. Wars come I'm a Queen, Pompey, reveng'd granny rum d, and the times are chang'd G g "But |