Whither they may by some fine conning slight

Enter the tombes. Cæsar. Let Proculeius goe,

And fede with hope hir soule disconsolate.

Assure hir so, that we may wholie gett

Into our hands hir treasure and hir selfe.

For this of all things most I doe desire

To kepe hir safe vntill our going hence:

That by hir presence beautified may be

The glorious triumph Rome prepares for me.

[Chorus of Romaine
Souldiors.]