You'l conquer _Rome_ now, and the Capitol
With Fans, and Looking-glasses, farewel Cæsar.

_Cleo._ Now I am private Sir, I dare speak to ye:
But thus low first, for as a God I honour ye.

_Sce._ Lower you'l be anon.

_Cæsar_. Away.

_Sce._ And privater,
For that you covet all. [_Exit._

_Cæsar_. Tempt me no farther.

_Cleo._ Contemn me not, because I kneel thus, _Cæsar_,
I am a Queen, and coheir to this country,
The Sister to the mighty _Ptolomy_,
Yet one distress'd, that flyes unto thy justice,
One that layes sacred hold on thy protection
As on an holy Altar, to preserve me.

_Cæsar_. Speak Queen of beauty, and stand up.

_Cleo._ I dare not,
'Till I have found that favour in thine eyes,
That godlike great humanity to help me,
Thus, to thy knees must I grow (sacred _Cæsar_,)
And if it be not in thy will, to right me,
And raise me like a Queen from my sad ruines,