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SCENA SECVNDA.
Caesar, Cleopatra, Selucus, Dolabella.
Caesar.
VVHat Cleopatra, doost thou doubt so much
Of Caesars mercy, that thou hid'st thy face?
Or dost thou thinke, thy offences can be such,
That they surmount the measure of our grace?
Cle.
O Caesar, not for that I flie thy sight
My soule this sad retire of sorrow chose:
But that m'oppressed thoughts abhorring light
Like best in darkenesse, my disgrace ••'inclose.
And heere to these close limites of despaire,
This solitary horror where I bide:
Caesar, I thought no Roman should repaire,
More after him, who here oppressed dyde.
Yet now, here at thy conquering feete I lie,
Poore captiue soule, that neuer thought to bow:
Whose happy foote of rule and Maiestie
Stood late on that same ground thou standest now.
Caes.
Rise Queene, none but thy selfe is cause of all,
And yet, would all were but thine owne alone:
That others ruine had not with thy fall
Brought Rome her sorrowes, to my triumphes mone.
For breaking off the league of loue and blood,
Thou mak'st my winning ioy againe vnpleasing:
Sith th'eye of griefs looke not into our good,
But thor'w the horror of our owne blood shedding.
And all, we must attribute vnto thee.