Isis. Here comes the aged River now
    With Garlands of great Pearl, his Brow
    Begirt and rounded:  In his Flow
    All things take life; and all things grow.
    A thousand wealthy Treasures still,
    To do him service at his will
    Follow his rising Flood, and pour
    Perpetuall blessings in our store.
    Hear him:  and next there will advance,
    His sacred Heads to tread a Dance,
    In honour of my Royal Guest,
    Mark them too:  and you have a Feast.

  Cleo. A little dross betray me?

Caesar.  I am asham’d I warr’d at home, (my friends) When such wealth may be got abroad:  what honour?  Nay everlasting glory had Rome purchas’d, Had she a just cause but to visit AEgypt?

NILUS SONG, AND DANCE.

    Make room for my rich waters fall, and bless my Flood,
    Nilus comes flowing, to you all encrease and good.
    Now the Plants and Flowers shall spring,
    And the merry Plough-man sing
    In my bidden waves I bring
    Bread, and wine, and every thing.
    Let the Damsells sing me in:
    Sing aloud that I may rise:
    Your holy Feasts and hours begin,
    And each hand bring a Sacrifice.
      Now my wanton Pearls I show
      That to Ladies fair necks grow.
          Now my gold
    And treasures that can ne’re be told,
    Shall bless this Land, by my rich Flow,
      And after this, to crown your Eyes,
      My hidden holy head arise.

  Caesar.  The wonder of this wealth so troubles me,
  I am not well:  good-night.

  Sce. I am glad ye have it: 
  Now we shall stir again.

  Ptol. Thou wealth, still haunt him.

  Sce. A greedy spirit set thee on:  we are happy.

  Ptol. Lights:  lights for Caesar, and attendance.

  Cleo. Well,
  I shall yet find a time to tell thee Caesar,
  Thou hast wrong’d her Love:  the rest here.

  Ptol. Lights along still: 
  Musick, and Sacrifice to sleep for Caesar. [Exeunt.

ACTUS QUARTUS.  SCENA PRIMA.

    Enter Ptolomy, Photinus, Achillas, Achoreus.

Ach. I told ye carefully, what this would prove to, What this inestimable wealth and glory Would draw upon ye:  I advis’d your Majesty Never to tempt a Conquering Guest:  nor add A bait, to catch a mind, bent by his Trade To make the whole world his.

Pho. I was not heard Sir:  Or what I said, lost, and contemn’d:  I dare say, (And freshly now) ’twas a poor weakness in ye, A glorious Childishness:  I watch’d