My desolation does begin to make
A better life. ’Tis paltry to be Caesar.
Not being Fortune, he’s but Fortune’s knave,
A minister of her will. And it is great
5To do that thing that ends all other deeds,
Which shackles accidents and bolts up change,
Which sleeps and never palates more the dung,
The beggar’s nurse, and Caesar’s.
Caesar sends greeting to the Queen of Egypt,
10And bids thee study on what fair demands
Thou mean’st to have him grant thee.
My name is Proculeius.
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you, but
I do not greatly care to be deceived,
15That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom. If he please
To give me conquered Egypt for my son,
20He gives me so much of mine own as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.