Caf. Saw Obey'd? you my orders, to confirm her crown, Ant. During my audience, Ptolomey, In ftate approaching, plac'd it on her brow: Their homage; "Yet a while defer, she cry'd, Her private audience better will unfold. But fee, fhe comes! O Cafar guard thy heart! [Exit. Enter Cleopatra, who having made lowly reverence to Cæfar, be gently approaches her. Caf. Fair wonder of the Nile! this grace to Cæfar, What fervice can deferve, what toils repay ? Cleo. Cafar, I come to undeceive thy bounty! Or vile concealment of a truth, receive it; Cleo. By Pompey's death, the earth and feas are Cefar's. But Cleopatra, had her power prevail'd Caf. Had fav'd my rival to dispute the title. Cleo. The charge is juft. And had not fpies pre vented Caf. 'Twas not in fpies, to intercept the virtue ! That still retains its merit, tho' abortive! Cleo. Then Cafar is the hero fame proclaims him! Now I revere the grandeur I oppos'd! My crown, in homage due to Cajar, triumphs. Without the interest her charms might boast, Cleo. Since Cæfar gives me choice, that fervice, Caf. Yet beauty, if the pleafe, may mend her choice! Let us not rob the needy, for the great. Love begs a little! Virtue fcorns reward; The thanks, that love with tranfport wou'd receive. Caf. Cæfar might fcorn, like other men, to love! And crown his fervitude, with dignity. Cleo. This is the language of our menial courtiers, Who, when their hearts are warm, defpife our thrones, And find an empire on a Cynthia's bofom : But Cæfar's loftier views contemn the frailty. Cleo. How wou'd fuch foftness fuit with Cafar's: laurels Caf. Nor gods, nor men refuse the flame of love! What is ambition, if not crown'd by beauty? Can proud pre-eminence, or vain degree, Lift up the foul to equal heights of joy? Can all our pomp, our glory, boundless To punish or reward, revenge or pardon? To right the injur'd, or restrain th' oppreffor? To call forth merit from obfcurity, And give its rags to gaudy floth or fraud? power ! To chafe rebellious kings? To crown th' obedient? If in the richer circle of this zone The treasure of the earth illudes my toil.. Shone o'er their heads, and darkned their pretenfions! Caf. Inchanting vifion! O! the Mars! thou fouli Of Juno, wrapt in Cytherea's form. Cleo. Forgivethefe fallies of a wandering brain; The fancy'd being is no more! 'tis loft! For me, the gods have no fuch hero found!" Unless my vanquifh'd heart-might call him-Cafar. Caf. Be Cafar, then-the Mars the gods affign thee! O take me, goddefs, gently to thy arms! There hide my heart, and mould it to thy wishes! When, to her charms, the golden prize was giv'n. My vaunting wild. ambition, I retreat, I fhrink, and tremble at thy power! defend me! END OF THE THIRD ACT. CESAR in EGYPT. -En altera venit Victima nobilior: placemus cæde fecundd Luc. lib. 10. ACT c IV. PTOLOMEY, ACHOREUS. PTOLO ΜΕΥ, WALK not of comfort to a wretch forlorn! T My right, my hopes of empire have their period! My haughty fifter, in her charms triumphant, Now moulds the heart of Cafar, to my ruin! Her vengeance, like a whirling eddy, draws Me headlong down, ingulph'd, to rife no more! While Cafar's confcious tyrrany enjoys The fruit of my ingratitude to Pompey; Yet fwells his fame, with insults for the service. Acho. Yet, Sir, be calm; impartially reflect On Cafar's conduct: you upbraid him now, That in refentment he regards his glory: When was it known he made it not his idol? To hope his friendship from the blood of Pompey, Was mixing Cafar in the herd of men! But fince the awful gods diftinguish him With a fuperior fway, to bow mankind Beneath their uncontestable decrees; Think it their will, and make obedience virtue. Ptol. Can I then yield up, to his rage, my friends, For due obedience to their fovereign's will? |