_Ap._ His army routed: he fled and pursu'd
By the all-conquering Cæsar.

_Cleo._ Whither bends he?

_Ap._ To _Egypt_.

_Cleo._ Ha! in person?

_Ap._ 'Tis receiv'd
For an undoubted truth.

_Cleo._ I live again,
And if assurance of my love, and beauty
Deceive me not, I now shall find a Judge
To do me right: but how to free my self,
And get access? the _Guards_ are strong upon me,
This door I must pass through. _Apollodorus_,
Thou often hast profess'd (to do me service,)
Thy life was not thine own.

_Ap._ I am not alter'd;
And let your excellency propound a means,
In which I may but give the least assistance,
That may restore you, to that you were born to,
(Though it call on the anger of the King,
Or, (what's more deadly) all his Minion
_Photinus_ can do to me) I, unmov'd,
Offer my throat to serve you: ever provided,