Sce. I’ll trust the Sea first, When with her hollow murmurs she invites me, And clutches in her storms, as politick Lions Conceal their Claws; I’ll trust the Devil first.

  Caes. Go to your rests, and follow your own Wisedoms,
  And leave me to my thoughts:  pray no more complement,
  Once more strong Watches.

  Dol. All shall be observ’d, Sir. [Exit.

Caes. I am dull and heavy, yet I cannot sleep, How happy was I in my lawful Wars, In Germany, and Gaul, and Britanny When every night with pleasure I set down What the day ministred!  The sleep came sweetly:  But since I undertook this home-division, This civil War, and past the Rubicon; What have I done that speaks an ancient Roman?  A good, great man?  I have enter’d Rome by force, And on her tender Womb (that gave me life) Let my insulting Souldiers rudely trample, The dear Veins of my Country I have open’d, And sail’d upon the torrents that flow’d from her, The bloody streams that in their confluence Carried before ’em thousand desolations; I rob’d the Treasury, and at one gripe Snatch’d all the wealth, so many worthy triumphs Plac’d there as sacred to the Peace of Rome; I raz’d Massilia, in my wanton anger:  Petreius and Afranius I defeated:  Pompey I overthrew:  what did that get me?  The slubber’d Name of an authoriz’d Enemy. [Noise within. I hear some Noise; they are the Watches sure.  What Friends have I ty’d fast by these ambitions? Cato, the Lover of his Countries freedom, Is now past into Africk to affront me, Fuba (that kill’d my friend) is up in Arms too; The Sons of Pompey are Masters of the Sea, And from the reliques of their scatter’d faction, A new head’s sprung; Say I defeat all these too; I come home crown’d an honourable Rebel.  I hear the Noise still, and it still comes nearer; Are the Guards fast?  Who waits there?

    Enter Sceva with a Packet, Cleopatra in it.

  Sce. Are ye awake Sir?

  Caes. I’th’ name of Wonder.

  Sce. Nay, I am a Porter,
  A strong one too, or else my sides would crack, Sir,
  And my sins were as weighty, I should scarce walk with ’em.

  Caes. What hast thou there?

Sce. Ask them which stay without, And brought it hither, your Presence I deny’d ’em, And put ’em by; took up the load my self, They say ’tis rich, and valu’d at the Kingdome, I am sure ’tis heavy; if you like to see it You may:  if not, I’ll give it back.

  Caes. Stay Sceva,
  I would fain see it.

Sce. I’ll begin to work then; No doubt, to flatter ye they have sent ye something, Of a rich value, Jewels, or some rich Treasure; May be a Rogue within to do a mischief; I pray you stand farther off, if there be villany, Better my danger first; he shall ’scape hard too, Ha! what art thou?

  Caes. Stand farther off, good Sceva,
  What heavenly Vision! do I wake or slumber? 
  Farther off that hand, Friend.