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Show (=6) Virtue her felf may think d fit That Egypt court him too. But Pompey-r bead's a rate too dear, for by that impious price the God lefs Noble will appear Than does the Sacrifice. 1 "«• If Juftice be a thing divine, The Gods fbould it maintain, For us t' attempt what they decline, Would be as raft) as vain. Chorus. How defperate if our Princes Fate ? What hazard doeshe run? He muji be wickgd to be great, Or to bejufi, undone. A C T III. S C E N E I. | Charmion, Achoreus. CHARMION. X 7 Es, whilft the King himfelf is gone to meet Y C4ar, and lay his Scepter at his Feet, T o her Appartment Cleopatra went, I n d tonmov'd expefts his Complement. What words have you to doath this Humour in ? ACHOKEUS. 'Tis Noble Pride and worthy of a Queen; W h o with Heroick Courage does make good The Honour of her Rank, and of her Blood. M a y I fpeak to Her ? H A R. 07) CHARMION. No, but (he hath fent M e to enquire this meetings great event', H o w Cafaf, on this Gift, himfelf explain'd, Whether it were acknowledge, or difdain d: If he the fierce takes, or the gentler way, And what he to our Murtherers could fay. ACHOREUS, The head of Pompey hath already coft, More than they wilj have any caufe to boaft: For whether Co:far be or feem fevere Yet I for them have ground enough to fear. If they lov'd Ptolomy, they ferv'd him ill, You faw him part, and I purfu'd him ftill. W h e n from the City his well ordered Fleet, Advanc'd a League, that they might Cdefar meet; He, with fpread Sails arriv'd, and as in Wars He, ftill had been the Favorite of Mars: So Neptune to his Navy was fo kind, His Fortune was not fairer than his Wind. Our Prince was fo aftonihYd when the met, As if he did his Crowned head forget. Through his falfe joy his terror he confefs'd, And all his A&ions his low Thoughts exprefs'd. I m y felf blufh d as at a iharaeful thing, There to fee Ptolomy, but not the King; Cxfar w h o faw his Courage thus expire, In pity flatterJd him to raife it higher. He, with low voice, offering his fatal gift, " N o w Sir, fays he, you have no Rival left. " W h a t in Thefsalia, not the gods could do, I give you Pompey and Cornelia too. "Here's one, and though the other flight did take, Six Ships of mine will quickly bring her back* Achillas then the great Head did expofe, Which ftill to fpeak it felf feem'd to difpofe: At this new injury fome warm remain Did, in imperfect groans, feem to complain. H h |