_ Where was your carefulness
To shew an armed thief the way to rob ye?
Nay, would you give him this, 'twill excite him
To seek the rest. Ambition feels no gift,
Nor knows no bounds, indeed ye have done most weakly.
_Ptol._ Can I be too kind to my noble friend?
_Pho._ To be unkind unto your noble self, but savours
Of indiscretion, and your friend has found it.
Had ye been train'd up in the wants and miseries
A souldier marches through, and known his temperance
In offer'd courtesies, you would have made
A wiser Master of your own, and stronger.
_Ptol._ Why, should I give him all, he would return it:
'Tis more to him, to make Kings.
_Pho._ Pray be wiser,
And trust not with your lost wealth, your lov'd liberty.
To be a King still at your own discretion
Is like a King; to be at his, a vassail.
Now take good counsel, or no more take to ye
The freedom of a Prince.
_Achil._ 'Twill be too late else:
For, since the Masque, he sent three of his Captains
(Ambitious as himself) to view again
The glory of your wealth.
_Pho._ The next himself comes,
Not staying for your courtesie, and takes it.
_Ptol._ What counsel, my _Achoreus_?
_Ach._ I'le goe pray Sir,
(For that is best counsel now) the gods may help ye. [_Ex._
_Pho._ I found ye out a way but 'twas not credited,
A most secure way: whither will ye flye now?
_Achil.
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