rsuit of honours due reward, 890
Be sides _Caribdis_, and fell _Scyllas_ spight:
More dangerous _Circe_ and _Calipsoes_ cup,
Then pleasant gardens of _Alcionus_:
And thousand lets voluptiousnesse doth offer.
_Caes._ I will regard no more these murtherous spoyles,
And bloudy triumphs that I lik'd of late:
But in loues pleasures spend my wanton dayes,
Ile make thee garlondes of sweete smelling flowers,
And with faire rosall Chaplets crowne thy head,
The purple _Hyacinth_ of _Phoebus_ Land: 900
Fresh _Amarinthus_ that doth neuer die,
And faire _Narcissus_ deere respendent shoars,
And Violets of Daffadilles so sweete,
Shall Beautify the Temples of my Loue,
Whil'st I will still gaze on thy beautious eyes,
And with Ambrosean kisses bath thy Cheekes.
_Cleo._ Come now faire Prince, and feast thee in our Courts
Where liberal _Caeres_, and _Liaeus_ fat,
Shall powre their plenty forth and fruitfull store,
The sparkling liquor shall ore-flow his bankes: 910
And _Meroe_ learne to bring forth pleasant wine,
Fruitfull _Arabia_, and the furthest Ind,
Shall spend their treasuries of _Spicery_
VVith _Nardus_ Coranets weele guird our heads:
And al the while melodious warbling notes,
Passing the seauen-fould harmony of Heauen:
Shall seeme to rauish our enchanted thoughts,
Thus is the feare of vnkinde _Ptolomey_,
Changed by thee to feast in Iolity:
_Antho._ O how mine stares suck vp her heauenly words, 920
The whilst mine eyes do prey vpon her face:
_Caes._ Winde we then _Anthony_ with this Royall Queene,
This day weele spend in mirth and banqueting.
_Antho._ Had I Queene, _Iunoes_ heard-mans hundred eies,
To gaze vpon these two bright Sunnes ofhirs:
Yet would they all be blinded instantly.
_Caes._ VVhat hath some Melancholy discontent,
Ore-come thy minde with trobled passions.
_Ant._ Yet being blinded with the Sunny beames,
Her beauties pleasing colours would restore, 930
Decayed sight with fresh variety.
_Lord._ Lord _Anthony_ what meanes this trobled minde,
_Caesar_ inuites thee to the royall feast,
That faire Queene _Cleopatra_ hath prepard.
_Antho._ Pardon me worthy _Caesar_ and you Lords,
In not attending your most gratious speech
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