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Act. II. SCEN. IV.
Ptolomy, Photinus.
PTOLOMY.
I have observ'd thy Counsel, but find since
To flatter her, but swells her insolence.
For with her Pride she did affront me so,
That I at last fell into Passion too.
This Arm enrag'd by her, could scarce forbear
(Without a Thought that Caesar was so near)
Dispatching her (as safe as she does seem)
To have complain'd to Pompey, not to him.
She talks already at that haughty rate,
That if great Caesar please her Pride and Hate,
And she o're him her boasted Empire have,
Her Brother and her King must be her Slave.
No, no, we needs must Frustrate that intent,
Nor poorly wait the Ills we may prevent.
Let's spoil her of her Power to disdain,
And break those Charmes whereby she hopes to reign;
Nor after such indignities let's brook,
That she should buy my Scepter with a look.
PHOTINUS.
Do not for Caesar, Sir, pretence provide
That Egypt should be to his Triumphs ty'd:
For this Ambitious Man which through the world,
Hath War and Slavery together hurl'd;
Swell'd with his Conquest, and a Rage so smart,
As such a loss writes in a Lovers Heart:
Though you but act, what Equity approves,
Will thence ground his revenge for what he loves:
As for a crime, Hee'l you to Bondage bring,
Though you did only what became a King.
PTOLOMY.
If Cleopatra sees him shee's a Queen.