That nought remaines (so destitute am I)
But these same armes which on my back I weare.
Thou should’st haue had them too, and me vnarm’de
Yeelded to Cæsar naked of defence.
Which while I beare let Cæsar neuer thinke
Triumph of me shall his proud chariot grace
Not think with me his glory to adorne,
On me aliue to vse his victorie.
Thou only Cleopatra triumph hast,
Thou only hast my freedome seruile made,