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Show Though far unworthy to be Cdefar's Bride, Yet He'll remember one that for him D y d. C£SAR. Thofe empty projects, Queen, are all now left T o a "great Heart of other Help bereft \ Whofe keen delires her want of Strength confefs, Could flie perform more, fhe would wifh it lefs. The gods will thefe vain Auguries difprove, Nor can they m y Felicity remove, If your Love ftronger than your Grief appears, And will, for Cdefar s fake, dry up your Tears 5 And that a Brother, who deferv'd them not, May, for a Faithful Lover, be forgot. You may have heard, with what Regret of mine His Safety to Defpair he did refign ; H o w much I fought his Reafon to redeem FYom thofe vain Terrors that furrounded him, Which he difputed to his lateft Breath, And caft away his Life for fear of Death. O ihame for Cdefar ! W h o fo eminent! . And fo follicitous for your Content! Yet by the Cruel Fortune of this D ay Could not the Firft of your Commands Obey : But vainly w e refift the gods, who will Their Juft Decrees on guilty men fulfill. And yet his Fall your Happinefs procures, S ince by his Death Egypt is wholly Yours. CLEOPATRA. I know I gain another Diadem, For which none can be blam'd but Heav'n and Him 5 But as the Fate of humane things is fuch, That Joy and Trouble do each other touch, Excufe me, if the Crown conferr'd by You, As it obliges, does afflift m e too; And if to fee a Brother juftly kill d, T o Nature I as well as Reafon yield. N o fooner on m y Grandeur I reflect, But m y Ambition by my Blood is checkt. I meet I meet m y Fortune with a fecret Groan, Nor dare, without Regret, afcend die Throve. ACHOREUS. The Court is full, Sir, People crowding in, W h o , with gr£at fhouts, demand to fee their Queen And many figns of their Impatience give, * That fuch a Bfeffing they fo late receive. / CiE S AR. -J Let them fo juft an Happinefs obtain, And by that Goodnefs, Queen, commence your reign. O may the gods fo favour m y Defire, That in their Joy your Sorrow may expire 5 That no Idea in your couI may be, But of the Wounds which you have given m e : Whilft m y Attendents and your Qomtiers may* Prepare to morrow for a glorious day, W h e n all fuch Noble Offices may pwne, Pompey t appeafe, and Cleopatra Crown. T o her a Throne, to him let's Altars build, And to them both Immortal Honors yield. Exeunt. 1 After the Fifth Aft, by two Egyptian Priefts, as after the Second. A Scend a Throne great Queen I to yon By Nature, and by Fortune dm ; And let the World adore One who Ambition could withftand, Subdue Revenge, and Love command, On Honors ftngle fcore. [w .) h Te mighty Roman fhades, permit That Pompey fhould above yon fit, He muft be Deifi'd. |
