And in that blush interpret me.

_Cæsar_. I will do,
Come let's go in, and blush again: this one word,
You shall believe.

_Cleo._ I must, you are a conquerour. [_Exeunt._




ACTUS TERTIUS. SCENA PRIMA.

_Enter_ Ptolomy, Photinus.

_Pho._ Good Sir, but hear.

_Ptol._ No more, you have undone me,
That, that I hourly fear'd, is fain upon me,
And heavily, and deadly.

_Pho._ Hear a remedy.

_Ptol._ A remedy now the disease is ulcerous?
And has infected all? your secure negligence
Has broke through all the hopes I have, and ruin'd me:
My Sister is with _Cæsar_, in his chamber,
All night she has been with him; and no doubt
Much to her honour.