And still the proud, which too much takes in hand,
Shall fowlest fall, where best he thinks to stand.
Cæs. Right as some Pallace, or some stately tower,
Which ouer-lookes the neighbour buildings round
In scorning wise, and to the Starres vp growes,
Which in short time his owne weight ouerthrowes.
What monstrous pride, nay what impietie
Incen’st him onward to the Gods disgrace?
When his two children, Cleopatras bratts,
To Phæbe and her brother he compar’d,