When all the Elements conspir'd against me,
Would yield up the dominion of this head
To any mortal power: so blind and stupid,
To trust these base Egyptians, that proclaim'd
Their perjuries, in noble Pompeys death,
And yet that could not warn me.
Dol. Be still Cæsar,
Who ever lov'd to exercise his fate,
Where danger look't most dreadful.
Ant. If you fall,