s, who craved pardon for himself and many others, and especially
for Philostratus, the eloquentest man of all the sophisters and
orators of his time, for present and sudden speech: howbeit he falsely
named himself an academic philosopher. Therefore, Caesar that hated his
nature and conditions, would not hear his suit. Thereupon he let his
grey beard grow long, and followed Arrius step by step in a long
mourning gown, still buzzing in his ears this Greek verse:

A wise man if that he be wise indeed,
May by a wise man have the better speed.

Caesar understanding this, not for the desire he had to deliver
Philostratus of his fear, as to rid Arrius of malice and envy that
might have fallen out against him: he pardoned him.

Now touching Antony's sons, Antyllus, his eldest son by Fulvia was
slain, because his schoolmaster Theodorus did betray him unto the
soldiers, who strake off his head. And the villain took a precious
stone of great value from his neck, the which he did sew in his
girdle, and afterwards denied that he had it: but it was found about
him, and so Caesar trussed him up for it. For Cleopatra's children,
they were very honourably kept, with their governors and train that
waited on them. But for Caesarion, who was said to be Julius Caesar's
son:[108] his mother Cleopatra had sent him unto the Indians through
Ethiopia, with a great sum of money. But one of his governors also
called Rhodon, even such another as Theodorus, persuaded him to return
into his country, and told him that Caesar sent for him to give him his
mother's kingdom. So, as Caesar was determining with himself what he
should do, Arrius said unto him:

Too many Caesars is not good.

Alluding unto a certain verse of Homer that saith:

Too many lords doth not well.

Therefore Caesar did put Caesarion to death, after the death of his
mother Cleopatra. Many princes, great kings and captains did crave
Antony's body of Octavius Caesar, to give him honourable burial: but
Caesar would never take it from Cleopatra, who did sumptuously and
royally bury him with her own hands, whom Caesar suffered to take as
much as she would to bestow upon his funerals.

Now was she altogether overcome with sorrow and passion of mind, for
she had knocked her breast so pitifully, that she had martyred it, and
in divers places had raised ulcers and inflammations, so that she fell
into a fever withal: whereof she was very glad, hoping thereby to have
go