_Cæs._ What hast thou there?

_Sce._ Ask them which stay without,
And brought it hither, your Presence I deny'd 'em,
And put 'em by; took up the load my self,
They say 'tis rich, and valu'd at the Kingdome,
I am sure 'tis heavy; if you like to see it
You may: if not, I'll give it back.

_Cæs._ Stay _Sceva_,
I would fain see it.

_Sce._ I'll begin to work then;
No doubt, to flatter ye they have sent ye something,
Of a rich value, Jewels, or some rich Treasure;
May be a Rogue within to do a mischief;
I pray you stand farther off, if there be villany,
Better my danger first; he shall 'scape hard too,
Ha! what art thou?

_Cæs._ Stand farther off, good _Sceva_,
What heavenly Vision! do I wake or slumber?
Farther off that hand, Friend.

_Sce._ What Apparition?
What Spirit have I rais'd? sure 'tis a Woman,
She looks like one; now she begins to move too:
A tempting Devil, o' my life; go off, _Cæsar_,
Bless thy self, off: a Bawd grown in mine old days?