And tye him like a slave, to thy proud beauties?
To thy imperious looks? that Kings have follow'd
Proud of their chains? have waited on? I shame Sir. [_Exit._

_Cæsar_. Alas thou art rather mad: take thy rest _Sceva_,
Thy duty makes thee erre, but I forgive thee:
Go, go I say, shew me no disobedience:
'Tis well, farewel, the day will break dear Lady,
My Souldiers will come in; please you retire,
And think upon your servant.

_Cleo._ Pray you Sir, know me,
And what I am.

_Cæsar_. The greater, I more love ye,
And you must know me too.

_Cleo._ So far as modesty,
And majesty gives leave Sir, ye are too violent.

_Cæsar_. You are too cold to my desires.

_Cleo._ Swear to me,
And by your self (for I hold that oath sacred)
You will right me as a Queen--

_Cæsar_. These lips be witness,
And if I break that oath--

_Cleo._ You make me blush Sir,