The False One by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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The impious baseness--
_Pho._ Peace, you are a Fool, Men of deep ends must tread as deep ways to 'em; _Cæsar_ I know is pleas'd, and for all his sorrows (Which are put on for forms and meer dissemblings) I am confident he's glad; to have told ye so, And thank ye outwardly, had been too open, And taken from the Wisedom of a Conquerour. Be confident and proud ye have done this service; Ye have deserv'd, and ye will find it highly: Make bold use of this benefit, and be sure You keep your Sister, (the high-soul'd Cleopatra) Both close and short enough, she may not see him; The rest, if I may counsel, Sir-- _Ptol._ Do all; For in thy faithful service rests my safety. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Enter_ Septimius. _Sept._ Here's a strange alteration in the Court; Mens Faces are of other setts and motions, Their minds of subtler stuff; I pass by now As though I were a Rascal, no man knows me, No Eye looks after; as I were a Plague |
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