Caes. Who’s this? the Dog, Septimius?
Ant. Cut his throat.
Dol. You bark’d but now, fawn you so soon?
Sept. O hear me,
What I’ll deliver is for Caesars safety,
For all your good.
Ant. Good from a mouth like thine,
That never belch’d but blasphemy, and treason on Festival days!
Sept. I am an altered man, altered
And will give you cause to say I am a Roman.
Dol. Rogue, I grant thee.
Sept. Trust me, I’ll make
the passage smooth, and easie
For your escape.
Ant. I’ll trust the Devil
And make a safer Bargain.
Sept. I am trusted
With all Photinus’s secrets.
Ant. There’s no doubt then
Thou wilt be false.
Sept. Still to be true to you.
Dol. And very likely.
Caes. Be brief, the means?
Sept. Thus, Caesar, To me alone, but bound by terrible oaths Not to discover it, he hath reveal’d A dismal Vault, whose dreadful mouth does open A mile beyond the City: in this Cave Lye but two hours conceal’d.
Ant. If you believe him,
He’ll bury us alive.
Dol. I’ll flye in the Air first.
Sept. Then in the dead of night I’ll bring you back Into a private room, where you shall find Photinus, and Achillas, and the rest Of their Commanders close at Council.
Caes. Good, what follows?
Sept. Fall me fairly on their throats,
Their heads cut off and shorn, the multitude
Will easily disperse.
Caes. O Devil! away with him; Nor true to Friend nor Enemy? Caesar scorns To find his safety, or revenge his wrongs So base a way; or owe the means of life To such a leprous Traytor, I have towr’d For Victory like a Faulcon in the Clouds, Nor dig’d for’t like a Mole; our Swords and Cause Make way for us, and that it may appear We took a noble Course, and hate base Treason, Some Souldiers that would merit Caesar’s favour, Hang him on yonder Turret, and then follow The lane this Sword makes for you. [Exit.
1 Sold. Here’s a Belt,
Though I dye for it I’ll use it.
2 Sold. ’Tis too good
To truss a Cur in.
Sept. Save me, here’s Gold.
1 Sold. If Rome
Were offered for thy ransom, it could not help thee.
2 Sold. Hang not an arse.
1 Sold. Goad him on with thy Sword;
Thou dost deserve a worser end, and may
All such conclude so, that their friends betray. [Exeunt.