I fear the Souldiers, for they look as if
They would be nibling too.
Cleo. He is all honour,
Nor do I now repent me of my favours,
Nor can I think that Nature e'r made a Woman
That in her prime deserv'd him.
Enter Cæsar, Sceva, Antonie, Dolabella, Souldiers, with the Heads.
Ars. He's come back,
Pursue no further; curb the Souldiers fury.