_Enter_ Cæsar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva.

_Cæs._ Keep strong Guards, and with wary eyes (my friends)
There is no trusting to these base _Egyptians_;
They that are false to pious benefits,
And make compell'd necessities their faiths
Are Traitors to the gods.

_Ant._ We'll call ashore
A Legion of the best.

_Cæs._ Not a Man, _Antony_,
That were to shew our fears, and dim our greatness:
No, 'tis enough my Name's ashore.

_Sce._ Too much too,
A sleeping _Cæsar_ is enough to shake them;
There are some two or three malicious Rascals
Train'd up in Villany, besides that _Cerberus_
That _Roman_ Dog, that lick'd the blood of _Pompey_.

_Dol._ 'Tis strange, a _Roman_ Souldier?

_Sce._ You are cozen'd,
There be of us as be of all other Nations,
Villains, and Knaves; 'tis not the name contains him,
But the obedience; when that's once forgotten,
And Duty flung away, then welcome Devil.
_Photinus_ and _Achillas_, and this Vermine