ABSTRACT
DOL. Ah sweet distressed Lady. What hard hart 1310 Could chuse but pity thee, and love thee too? Thy worthines, the state wherein thou art Requireth both, and both I vow to doo. Although ambition lets not ClEsar see The wrong he doth thy majesty and sweetnes, Which makes him now exact so much of thee, To ad de unto his pride, to grace his greatnes, He knowes thou canst no hurt procure us now, Sith all thy strength is seiz'd into our hands: Nor feares he that, but rather labours how 1320 He might shew Rome so great a Queene in bands: That our great Ladies (envying thee so much That stain'd them all, and held them in such wonder,) Might joy to see thee, and thy fortune such, Thereby extolling him that brought thee under. But I will seeke to stay it what I may; I am but one, yet one that ClEsar loves, And 0 if now I could doe more then pray, Then should'st thou know how farre affection moves. But what my powre and prayer may prevaile, 1330 lIe jayne them both, to hinder thy disgrace:
TIT. And sir, even now herselfe hath letters sent, I met her messenger as I came hither, With a dispatch as he to CEsar went, But know not what imports her sending thither. Yet this he told, how Cleopatra late Was come from sacrifice. How richly clad Was serv'd to dinner in most sumptuous state, 1340 With all the bravest ornaments she had. How having din'd, she writes, and sends away Him strait to CdJsar, and commanded than All should depart the Tombe, and none to stay But her two maides, and one poore countryman.
