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Show (4o) . Hhno more (ay, you filently fhould bear, And your Revenge, till he be gone, defer i No, I a better Remedy efteem, T o juftifie his Rivals death on him. W h e n you -the firft Aft by the laft make good, And Cdefafs fhed, as well as Pompey's Blood, yRomeiw'^ino difference in her Tyrants know, -But will.to you, from both, her Freedom owe. PTOLOMY. Yes, yes, to this all Reafons doperfwade; Lets fear no more the'greatnefs w e have made : Cdefar fhall ftill from Us receive his doom, And twice in one day well difpofe of Rome ; As.BoiuIage firft, let's Freedom next beftow; Let not thy Acliqns, Cdefar, fwell thee fo; But call to mind what thou haft feen me do, Pompey was mortal, and fo thou art too; Thou eavy'cjlitihim, for his exceeding thee. And I think thou haft no more lives than he ; Thy own compaflion for his Fate, does fhew That thy heart may be penetrable too: Then let thy juftice threaten as it pleafe, 'Tis I, my$?,.with thy Ruine, R<?///e appeafe; And of that cruel mercy vengeance take, Which fpares a King, but for his Sifters fake. M y Life and Power fhall not expofed be T o her Refentment, or thy Levity ; Left thou, to morrow, fhouldft at fuch a rate Rewardj\ef,hove, or-elle revenge her Hate. More nqUcMaximes fhall m y fears expell ; Thou bacfift me once to chufe m y Viftims well, And m y Obedience thou in this fhalt fee, Who'know no Victim worthier than thee; j Nor th* Immolation of whofe Blood will draw, Better acceptance frpm thy Son-in-Law. But vainly, Friends,\ w e thus foment our Rage, Unlefs w^e^ne.w, what ftrength w e could engage All this may. be unprofitable heat, on I (40 The Tyrants Forces being here fo great; But of our Power let us^be firft agreed, And in what time and method to proceed v ACHILLAS. W e may do much, Sir, in our prefent ftatfc T w o miles from hence, fix thoufand Soldiers Wait; Which I, forefecmg fome new Difcontents, Have kept in readinefs for all Events • Cifar with all his Arts, could not forefee That underneath this T o w n a Vault fhould be, By which this night w e to the Palace may Our M e n with Eafe, and without noife convey; T aflault his life by open force alone, Would be the only way to lofe your o w n : W e muft furprize him, and aft our defign When he is drunk with Pleafure, Love, and Wine* The People are all ours, for when he made His entry, horror did their Souls invade; When, with a Pomp To arrogantly grave, His Fafccs did our Pxoyal fenfigns brave ;' I marled what Ra?ore at that injurious view, From theirin cenfed Eyes, like fparkles, flew 5 And they fo much did with their fury ftrive, That your leaft Countenance may it revive.' Septimius Soldiers fill'd with greater hate, Struck with the terror of their Leader's Fate, Seek nothing but revenge on him, who them Did, in their Captains Perfon, fo contemn. PTOLOMY. But what way to approach him can be found, If at the Feaft his Guards do him furround > PHOTINUS. Cornelias Men, who have already known Among your Romans Kindred of their own, Seem to perfuade us they would help afford To facrifice their Tyrant to their Lord Nay have afTur'd it, and much better may, Than we, to Cafar the firft ftabs convey 5 m |