_2 Sol._ Thou art no company for an honest dog,
And so we'l leave thee to a ditch (thy destiny.) [_Exeunt._
_Sep._ Contemn'd of all? and kickt too? now I find it;
My valour's fled too, with mine honesty,
For since I would be knave I must be Coward:
This 'tis to be a Traitor, and betrayer.
What a deformity dwells round about me!
How monstrous shews that man, that is ungratefull!
I am afraid the very beasts will tear me,
Inspir'd with what I have done: the winds will blast me:
Now I am paid, and my reward dwells in me,
The wages of my fact, my soul's opprest;
Honest and noble minds, you find most rest. [_Exit._
SCENA III.
_Enter_ Ptolomy, Achoreus, Photinus, Achillas.
_Ptol._ I have commanded, and it shall be so,
A preparation I have set o' foot,
Worthy the friendship and the fame of _Caesar_,
My Sisters favours shall seem poor and wither'd:
Nay she her self, (trim'd up in all her beautys)
Compar'd to what I'le take his eyes withall,
Shall be a dream.
_Pho._ Do you mean to shew the glory,
And wealth of _Egypt_?
_Ptol._ Yes: and in that lustre,
_Rome_ shall appear in all her famous Conquests,
And all her riches of no note unto it.
_Ach._ Now you are reconcil'd to your fair Sister,
Take heed Sir, how you step into a danger:
A danger of this precipice: but note Sir,
For what _Rome_ ever rais'd her mighty armies;
First for ambition, then for wealth: 'tis madness,
Nay more, a secure impotence, to tempt
An armed Guest: feed not an eye, that conquers,
Nor teach a fortunate sword the way to be covetous.
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