And if I break that oath—
Cleo. You make me blush Sir,
And in that blush interpret me.
Cæsar. I will do,
Come let's go in, and blush again: this one word,
You shall believe.
Cleo. I must, you are a conquerour. [Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Enter Ptolomy, Photinus.
Pho. Good Sir, but hear.