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No houre without my prayers for thy returne.
My minde misgiues mee _Pompey_ is betrayd.
O _AEgypt_ do not rob me of my loue.
Why beareth _Ptolomy_ so sterne a looke?
O do not staine thy childish yeares with blood:
Whil'st _Pompey_ florished in his Fortunes pride,
_AEgypt_ and _Ptolomy_ were faine to serue
And shue for grace to my distressed Lord:
But little bootes it, to record he was,
To be is onely that which Men respect, 470
Go poore _Cornelia_ wander by the shore
And see the waters raging Billowes swell,
And beate with fury gainst the craggy rockes,
To that compare thy strong tempestuous griefe.
Which fiercely rageth in thy feeble heart,
Sorrow shuts vp the passage of thy breath:
And dries the teares that pitty faine would shed,
This onely therefore, this will I still crie,
Let _Pompey_ liue although _Cornelia_ die. _Exit._

ACTVS I. SCENA. 6. {SN _Act I sc. iv_}

_Enter Caesar, Cleopatra, Dolobella, Lord and others_

_Caes._ Thy sad complaints fayre Lady cannot chuse, 482
But mooue a heart though made of _Adamant_,
And draw to yeeld vnto thy powerfull plaint,
I will replant thee in the _AEgiptian_ Throne
And all thy wrongs shall _Caesar's_ vallor right,
Ile pull thy crowne from the vsurpers head,
And make the Conquered _Ptolomey_ to stoope,
And feare by force to wrong a mayden Queene.
_Cleo._ Looke as the Earth at her great loues approch, 490
When goulden tressed fayre _Hipperions_ Sonne
With those life-lending beames salutes his Spouse,
Doth then cast of her moorning widdowes weeds,
And calleth her handmayde, forth her flowery fayre,
To cloth her in the beauty of the spring,
And of fayre primroses, and sweet violets,
To make gay Garlonds for to crowne her head.
So hath your presence, welcome and fayre sight,
That glads the world, comforts poore _AEgipts_ Queene,
Who begs for succor of that conquering hand, 500
That as _Ioues_ Scepter this our world doth sway.
_Dolo._ Who would refuse to ayde so fayre a Queene.
_Lord._ Base bee the mind, that for so sweet a fayre,
Would not aduenture more then _Perseus_ did,
When as he freed the faire _Andromeda_.
_Caesar._ O how those louely _Tyranizing_ eyes,
The Graces beautious habi