ot an eye, that conquers,
Nor teach a fortunate sword the way to be covetous.

_Ptol._ Ye judge amiss, and far too wide to alter me,
Yet all be ready, as I gave direction:
The secret way of all our wealth appearing
Newly, and handsomely: and all about it:
No more disswading: 'tis my will.

_Ach._ I grieve for't.

_Ptol._ I will dazel _Caesar_, with excess of glory.

_Pho._ I fear you'l curse your will, we must obey ye. [_Exit._

SCENA IV.

_Enter_ Caesar, Antony, Dolabella, Sceva, _above._

_Caesar_. I wonder at the glory of this Kingdom,
And the most bounteous preparation,
Still as I pass, they court me with.

_Sceva_. I'le tell ye:
In _Gaul_, and _Germany_, we saw such visions,
And stood not to admire 'em, but possess 'em:
When they are ours, they are worth our admiration.

_Enter_ Cleopatra.

_Ant._ The young Queen comes: give room.

_Caesar_. Welcom (my dearest)
Come bless my side.

_Sceva_. I marry: here's a wonder,
As she appears now, I am no true Souldier,
If I be not readie to recant.

_Cleo._ Be merry Sir,
My Brother will be proud to do you honour
That now appears himself.

_Enter_ Ptolomy, Achoreus, Achillas, Photinus, Apollodorus.

_Pto._ Haile to great _Caesar_
My Royal Guest, first I will feast thine eyes
With wealthy _AEgypts_ store, and then thy palate,
And wait my self upon thee. [_Treasure brought in._

_Caesar_. What rich Service!
What mines of treasure!

_Cleo._ My _Caesar_,
What do you admire? pray ye turn, and let me talk to ye.
Have ye forgot me Sir? how, a new object?
Am I grown old o'th' sudden, _Caesar_?

_Caesar_. Tell me
From whence comes all this wealth?

_Cleo._ Is your eye that way?
And all my Beauties banisht?

_Ptol._ I'le tell thee _Caesar_,
We owe for all this wealth to the old _Nilus_:
We need no dropping rain to cheer the husband-man,
Nor Merchant that ploughs up the Sea, to seek us;
Within the wealthy womb of reverent _Nilus_,
All this is nourish'd: who to do thee honour,
Comes to discover his seven Deities,
(His conceal'd heads) unto thee: see with pleasure.

_Caesar_. The matchless wealth of this Land!

_Cleo._ Come, ye shall hear me.

_Caesar_. Away: let me imagine.

_Cleo._ How? frown on me?
The eyes of _Caesar_ wrapt in storms?

_Caesar_. I am sorry:
But let me think--

_MUSTEK, SONG._

_Enter_ Isis,