And live to lye and swear again in fashion,
Oh, 'twere a master-piece! ha!—me Cæsar,
How's he got off?
Enter Cæsar, Ptolomy, Antony, Dolabella, Achoreus, Apollodorus, Souldiers.
Cæs. The fire has took,
And shews the City like a second Troy,
The Navy too is scorch'd, the people greedy
To save their Wealth and Houses, whilst their Souldiers
Make spoil of all; only Achillas's Troops