_Enter_ Photinus.

That set me on; And he comes, now Fortune.

_Pho._ Caesars unthankfulness a little stirs me,
A little frets my bloud; take heed, proud _Roman_,
Provoke me not, stir not mine anger farther;
I may find out a way unto thy life too,
(Though arm'd in all thy Victories) and seize it.
A Conquerour has a heart, and I may hit it.

_Sept_. May it please your Lordship?

_Pho._ O _Septimius_!

_Sept._ Your [Lordship] knows my wrongs.

_Pho._ Wrongs?

_Sept._ Yes, my Lord,
How the Captain of the Guard, _Achillas_, slights me.

_Pho._ Think better of him, he has much befriended thee,
Shew'd thee much love in taking the head from thee.
The times are alter'd (Souldier) _Caesar's_ angry,
And our design to please him lost and perish'd;
Be glad thou art unnam'd, 'tis not worth the owning;
Yet, that thou maist be useful--

_Sept._ Yes, my Lord,
I shall be ready.

_Pho._ For I may employ thee
To take a rub or two out of my way,
As time shall serve, say that it be a Brother?
Or a hard Father?

_Sept._ 'Tis most necessary,
A Mother, or a Sister, or whom you please, Sir.

_Pho._ Or to betray a noble Friend?

_Sept._ 'Tis all one.

_Pho._ I know thou wilt stir for Gold.

_Sept._ 'Tis all my motion.

_Pho._ There, take that for thy service, and farewel;
I have greater business now.

_Sept._ I am still your own, Sir.

_Pho._ One thing I charge thee, see me no more, _Septimius_,
Unless I send. [_Exit._

_Sept._ I shall observe your hour.
So, this brings something in the mouth, some savour;
This is the Lord I serve, the Power I worship,
My Friends, Allies, and here lies my Allegiance.
Let People talk as they please of my rudeness,
And shun me for my deed; bring but this to 'em,
(Let me be damn'd for blood) yet still I am honourable,
This God creates new tongues, and new affections;
And though I had kill'd my Father, give me Gold
I'll make men swear I have done a pious Sacrifice;
Now I will out-brave all; make all my Servants,
And my brave deed shall be writ in Wine, for vertuous. [_Exit._

SCENE III.

_Enter_ Caesar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva.

_Caes._ Keep strong Guards, and with wary eyes (my friends)
There is no trusting to these base _Egyptians_;
They that are false to pious benefits,
And make compell'd necessities their faiths
Are Traitors t