It bear some probable shew to be effected.
To lose my self upon no ground, were madness,
Not loyal duty.

_Cleo._ Stand off: to thee alone,
I will discover what I dare not trust
My Sister with, _Cæsar_ is amorous,
And taken more with the title of a Queen,
Than feature or proportion, he lov'd _Eunoe_,
A _Moor_, deformed too, I have heard, that brought
No other object to inflame his blood,
But that her Husband was a King, on both
He did bestow rich presents; shall I then,
That with a princely birth, bring beauty with me,
That know to prize my self at mine own rate,
Despair his favour? art thou mine?

_Ap._ I am.

_Cleo._ I have found out a way shall bring me to him,
Spight of _Photinus_ watches; if I prosper,
(As I am confident I shall) expect
Things greater than thy wishes; though I purchase
His grace with loss of my virginity,
It skills not, if it bring home Majesty. [_Exeunt._




_ACTUS SECUNDUS. SCENA PRIMA._