Cæs. Look on your Cæsar; banish fear, my fairest,
You now are safe.
Sce. By Venus, not a kiss
Till our work be done; the Traitors once dispatch'd
To it, and we'll cry aim.
Cæs. I will be speedy. [Exeunt.
Cleo. Farewel again, Arsino; how now, Eros?
Ever faint-hearted?
Eros. But that I am assur'd,
Your Excellency can command the General,