.

_Sept._ Trust me, I'll make the passage smooth, and easie
For your escape.

_Ant._ I'll trust the Devil sooner,
And make a safer Bargain.

_Sept._ I am trusted
With all _Photinus's_ secrets.

_Ant._ There's no doubt then
Thou wilt be false.

_Sept._ Still to be true to you.

_Dol._ And very likely.

_Caes._ Be brief, the means?

_Sept._ Thus, _Caesar_,
To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths
Not to discover it, he hath reveal'd
A dismal Vault, whose dreadful mouth does open
A mile beyond the City: in this Cave
Lye but two hours conceal'd.

_Ant._ If you believe him,
He'll bury us alive.

_Dol._ I'll flye in the Air first.

_Sept._ Then in the dead of night I'll bring you back
Into a private room, where you shall find
_Photinus_, and _Achillas_, and the rest
Of their Commanders close at Council.

_Caes._ Good, what follows?

_Sept._ Fall me fairly on their throats,
Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude
Will easily disperse.

_Caes._ O Devil! away with him;
Nor true to Friend nor Enemy? _Caesar_ scorns
To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs
So base a way; or owe the means of life
To such a leprous Traytor, I have towr'd
For Victory like a Faulcon in the Clouds,
Nor dig'd for't like a Mole; our Swords and Cause
Make way for us, and that it may appear
We took a noble Course, and hate base Treason,
Some Souldiers that would merit _Caesar's_ favour,
Hang him on yonder Turret, and then follow
The lane this Sword makes for you. [_Exit._

_1 Sold._ Here's a Belt,
Though I dye for it I'll use it.

_2 Sold._ 'Tis too good
To truss a Cur in.

_Sept._ Save me, here's Gold.

_1 Sold._ If _Rome_
Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help thee.

_2 Sold._ Hang not an arse.

_1 Sold._ Goad him on with thy Sword;
Thou dost deserve a worser end, and may
All such conclude so, that their friends betray. [_Exeunt._

SCENE IV.

_Enter (severally)_ Arsino, Eros, Cleopatra.

_Ars._ We are lost.

_Eros_. Undone.

_Ars._ Confusion, Fire, and Swords,
And fury in the Souldiers face more horrid
Circle us round.

_Eros_. The Kings Command they laugh at,
And jeer at _Caesars_ threats.

_Ars._ My Brother seiz'd on
By the _Roman_, as thought guilty of the tumult,
And forc'd to bear him company, as mark'd out
For his protection or reveng