Achil. Unable To follow Caesar, he was trod to death By the Pursuers, and with him the Priest Of Isis, good Achoreus.

  Ars. May the Earth
  Lye gently on their ashes.

Pho. I feel now, That there are powers above us; and that ’tis not Within the searching policies of man To alter their decrees.

Cleo. I laugh at thee; Where are thy threats now, Fool, thy scoffs and scorns Against the gods?  I see calamity Is the best Mistress of Religion, And can convert an Atheist. [Shout within.

Pho. O they come, Mountains fall on me!  O for him to dye That plac’d his Heaven on Earth, is an assurance Of his descent to Hell; where shall I hide me?  The greatest daring to a man dishonest, Is but a Bastard Courage, ever fainting. [Exit.

    Enter Caesar, Sceva, Antony, Dolabella.

  Caes. Look on your Caesar; banish fear, my fairest,
  You now are safe.

  Sce. By Venus, not a kiss
  Till our work be done; the Traitors once dispatch’d
  To it, and we’ll cry aim.

  Caes. I will be speedy. [Exeunt.

  Cleo. Farewel again, Arsino; how now, Eros? 
  Ever faint-hearted?

Eros.  But that I am assur’d, Your Excellency can command the General, I fear the Souldiers, for they look as if They would be nibling too.

Cleo. He is all honour, Nor do I now repent me of my favours, Nor can I think that Nature e’r made a Woman That in her prime deserv’d him.

    Enter Caesar, Sceva, Antonie, Dolabella, Souldiers, with the
    Heads.

  Ars. He’s come back,
  Pursue no further; curb the Souldiers fury.

  Caes. See (beauteous Mistris) their accursed heads
  That did conspire against us.

Sce. Furies plague ’em, They had too fair an end to dye like Souldiers, Pompey fell by the Sword, the Cross or Halter Should have dispatch’d them.

Caes. All is but death, good Sceva, Be therefore satisfied:  and now my dearest, Look upon Caesar, as he still appear’d A Conquerour, and this unfortunate King Entomb’d with honour, we’ll to Rome, where Caesar Will shew he can give Kingdoms; for the Senate, (Thy Brother dead) shall willingly decree The Crown of Egypt (that was his) to thee. [Exeunt omnes.

PROLOGUE.