eetly:
And _Ptolomy_ shall crown thee for thy service.

_Achil._ He's well wrought: put him on apace for cooling.
[_Exeunt._

_ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._

_Enter_ Caesar, Antony, Dolabella.

_Ant._ The tumult still encreases.

_Caesar_. O my fortune!
My lustfull folly rather! but 'tis well,
And worthily I am made a bondsmans prey,
That after all my glorious victories,
In which I pass'd so many Seas of dangers,
When all the Elements conspir'd against me,
Would yield up the dominion of this head
To any mortal power: so blind and stupid,
To trust these base _Egyptians_, that proclaim'd
Their perjuries, in noble _Pompeys_ death,
And yet that could not warn me.

_Dol._ Be still _Caesar_,
Who ever lov'd to exercise his fate,
Where danger look't most dreadful.

_Ant._ If you fall,
Fall not alone: let the King and his Sister
Be buried in your ruines: on my life
They both are guilty: reason may assure you
_Photinus_ nor _Achillas_ durst attempt you,
Or shake one Dart, or sword, aim'd at your safety,
Without their warrant.

_Caesar_. For the young King I know not
How he may be misled; but for his Sister
(Unequall'd _Cleopatra_) 'twere a kind
Of blasphemy to doubt her: ugly treason
Durst never dwell in such a glorious building,
Nor can so clear and great a spirit, as hers is,
Admit of falsehood.

_Ant._ Let us seize on him then:
And leave her to her fortune.

_Dol._ If he have power
Use it to your security, and let
His honesty acquit him: if he be false
It is too great an honour he should dye
By your victorious hand.

_Caesar_. He comes: and I
Shall do as I find cause.

_Enter_ Ptolomy, Achoreus, Apollodorus.

_Ptol._ Let not great _Caesar_
Impute the breach of hospitality,
To you (my guest) to me; I am contemn'd,
And my rebellious subjects lift their hands
Against my head: and would they aim'd no farther,
Provided that I fell a sacrifice
To gain you safety: that this is not feign'd,
The boldness of my innocence may confirm you:
Had I been privy to their bloody plot,
I now had led them on, and given fair gloss
To their bad cause, by being present with them:
But I that yet taste of the punishment,
In being false to _Pompey_, will not make
A second fault to _Caesar_ uncompel'd
With such as have not yet shook off obedien