The bloody streams that in their confluence
Carried before 'em thousand desolations;
I rob'd the Treasury, and at one gripe
Snatch'd all the wealth, so many worthy triumphs
Plac'd there as sacred to the Peace of _Rome_;
I raz'd _Massilia_, in my wanton anger:
_Petreius_ and _Afranius_ I defeated:
_Pompey_ I overthrew: what did that get me?
The slubber'd Name of an authoriz'd Enemy. [_Noise within._
I hear some Noise; they are the Watches sure.
What Friends have I ty'd fast by these ambitions?
_Cato_, the Lover of his Countries freedom,
Is now past into _Africk_ to affront me,
_Fuba_ (that kill'd my friend) is up in Arms too;
The Sons of _Pompey_ are Masters of the Sea,
And from the reliques of their scatter'd faction,
A new head's sprung; Say I defeat all these too;
I come home crown'd an honourable Rebel.
I hear the Noise still, and it still comes nearer;
Are the Guards fast? Who waits there?

_Enter_ Sceva _with a Packet_, Cleopatra _in it._

_Sce._ Are ye awake Sir?

_Cæs._ I'th' name of Wonder.

_Sce._ Nay, I am a Porter,
A strong one too, or else my sides would crack, Sir,
And my sins were as weighty, I should scarce walk with 'em.