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SCEN. II.
Cleopatra, Charmion, Cornelia, Philip.
CLEOPATRA.
I come not to disturb a grief so due
To that affliction which hath wounded you:
But those remains t'adore, which from the wave,
A faithful freed-man did so lately save:
To mourn your fortune, Madam, and to swear
You'd still enjoy'd a man so justly dear,
If Heaven which did persecute you still,
Had made my power equal to my will.
Yet if to what that Heaven sends you now,
Your grief can any room for joy allow:
If any sweetness in revenge there be,
Receive the certainty of yours from me.
The false Photinus—But you may have heard.
CORNELIA.
Yes, Princess that he hath his just reward.
CLEOPATRA.
Have you no comfort in that news discern'd?
CORNELIA.
If there be any you are most concern'd.
CLEOPATRA.
All hearts with joy receive a wish'd event.
CORNELIA.
Our thoughts are, as our int'rests, different.
Though Caesar add Achillas death, 'twill be
To you a satisfaction, not to me:
For nobler Rites to Pompey's Ghost belong,
These are too mean to expiate his wrong.
No reparation by such blood is made,
Either to my grief, or his injur'd shade;
And the revenge which does my Soul enflame,
Till it hath Caesar, Ptolomy doth claim;