tation,
Where sweet desire, dartes woundring shafts of loue:
Consume my heart with inward burning heate.
Not onely _AEgipt_, but all _Africa_, 510
Will I subiect to _Cleopatras_ name.
Thy rule shall stretch from vnknowne _Zanziber_,
Vnto those Sandes where high erected poastes.
Of great _Alcides_, do vp hold his name,
The sunne burnt Indians, from the east shall bring:
Their pretious store of pure refined gould,
The laboring worme shall weaue the _Africke_ twiste,
And to exceed the pompe of _Persian_ Queene,
The Sea shall pay the tribute of his pearles.
For to adorne thy goulden yellow lockes, 520
Which in their curled knots, my thoughts do hold,
Thoughtes captiud to thy beauties conquering power.
_Anto._ I marueyle not at that which fables tell,
How rauisht _Hellen_ moued the angry _Greeks_,
To vndertake eleuen yeares tedious seege,
To re-obtayne a beauty so diuine,
When I beheld thy sweete composed face.
O onely worthy for whose matchles sake,
Another seege, and new warres should arise,
_Hector_ be dragde about the _Grecian_ campe, 530
And _Troy_ againe consumed with _Grecian_ fire.
_Cleo._ Great Prince, what thanks can _Cleopatra_ giue,
Nought haue poore Virgins to requite such good:
My simple selfe and seruice then vouchsafe,
And let the heauens, and he that althings sees.
With equall eyes such merits recompence,
I doe not seeke ambitiously to rule,
And in proud _Africa_ to monarchize.
I onely craue that what my father gaue,
Who in his last be-hest did dying, will, 540
That I should ioyntly with my brother raigne:
_But._ How sweet those words drop from those hunny lips
Which whilst she speakes they still each other kisse.
_Caesa_, Raigne, I, stil raigne in _Caesars_ conquered thoughts,
There build thy pallace, and thy sun-bright throne:
There sway thy Scepter, and with it beat downe,
Those traiterous thoughts (if any dare aryse:)
That will not yeeld to thy perfection,
To chase thee flying _Pompey_ haue I cut,
The great _Ionian_, and _Egean_ seas: 550
And dredeles past the toyling Hellespont,
Famous for amorous _Leanders_ death:
And now by gentle Fortunes so am blest,
As to behold what mazed tho