e.

_Eros_. They have broke
Into my Cabinet; my Trunks are ransack'd.

_Ars._ I have lost my jewels too: but that's the least:
The barbarous Rascals, against all humanity,
Or sense of pity, have kill'd my little Dog,
And broke my Monkeys Chain.

_Eros_. They rifled me:
But that I could endure, would they proceed no further.

_Ars._ O my Sister!

_Eros_. My Queen, my Mistress!

_Ars._ Can you stand unmov'd
When the Earth-quake of Rebellion shakes the City,
And the Court trembles?

_Cleo._ Yes, _Arsino_,
And with a Masculine Constancy deride
Fortunes worst malice, as a Servant to
My Vertues, not a Mistress; then we forsake
The strong Fort of our selves, when we once yield,
Or shrink at her assaults; I am still my self,
And though disrob'd of Soveraignty, and ravish'd
Of ceremonious duty, that attends it,
Nay, grant they had slav'd my Body, my free mind
Like to the Palm-tree walling fruitful _Nile_,
Shall grow up straighter and enlarge it self
'Spight of the envious weight that loads it with:
Think of thy Birth (_Arsino_) common burdens
Fit common Shoulders; teach the multitude
By suffering nobly what they fear to touch at;
The greatness of thy mind does soar a pitch,
Their dim eyes (darkened by their narrow souls)
Cannot arrive at.

_Ars._ I am new created,
And owe this second being to you (best Sister)
For now I feel you have infus'd into me
Part of your fortitude.

_Eros_. I still am fearful;
I dare not tell a lie; you that were born
Daughters and Sisters unto Kings, may nourish
Great thoughts, which I, that am your humble handmaid
Must not presume to rival.

_Cleo._ Yet (my _Eros_)
Though thou hast profited nothing by observing
The whole course of my life, learn in my death,
Though not to equal, yet to imitate
Thy fearless Mistress.

_Enter_ Photinus.

_Eros_. O, a man in Arms!
His Weapon drawn too?

_Cleo._ Though upon the point
Death sate, I'll meet it, and outdare the danger.

_Pho._ Keep the Watch strong, and guard the passage sure
That leads unto the Sea.

_Cleo._ What Sea of rudeness
Breaks in upon us? or what Subjects Breath
Dare raise a storm, when we command a calm?
Are Duty and Obedience fled to Heaven?
And in their room ambition and pride
Sent into _Egypt_? That Face speaks thee, _Photinus_,
A thing thy Mother brought into the World;
My Brother's and