SCEN. II.
Ptolomy, Cleopatra.
CLEOPATRA. Brother, I have Caesar seen,
And have to him your intercessour been.
PTOLOMY.
I never could expect an act less kind
From you who bear so generous a Mind.
But your great Lover quickly from you went.
CLEOPATRA.
'Twas to the Town, t'appease some discontent,
Which he was told had newly raised been
Betwixt the Souldier and the Citizen:
Whilst I with joyful haste come to assure
You, that your life and Kingdom were secure;
Th'illustrious Caesar on the course you took,
Does with less anger than compassion look,
He pities you, who such vile States-men heard,
As make their Kings not to be lov'd, but fear'd;
Whose Souls the baseness of their birth confess,
And who in vain great Dignities possess:
For Slavish Spirits cannot guide the Helm,
Those too much Power would quickly overwhelm.