Cleo. My Cæsar,
What do you admire? pray ye turn, and let me talk to ye.
Have ye forgot me Sir? how, a new object?
Am I grown old o'th' sudden, Cæsar?
Cæsar. Tell me
From whence comes all this wealth?
Cleo. Is your eye that way?
And all my Beauties banisht?
Ptol. I'le tell thee Cæsar,
We owe for all this wealth to the old Nilus: