We need no dropping rain to cheer the husband-man,
Nor Merchant that ploughs up the Sea, to seek us;
Within the wealthy womb of reverent Nilus,
All this is nourish'd: who to do thee honour,
Comes to discover his seven Deities,
(His conceal'd heads) unto thee: see with pleasure.
Cæsar. The matchless wealth of this Land!
Cleo. Come, ye shall hear me.
Cæsar. Away: let me imagine.
Cleo. How? frown on me?