_ For when your wealth is gone, your power must follow.
_Pho._ And that diminisht also, what's your life worth?
Who would regard it?
_Ptol._ You say true.
_Achil._ What eye
Will look upon King _Ptolomy_? if they do look,
It must be in scorn:
For a poor King is a monster;
What ear remember ye? 'twill be then a courtesie
(A noble one) to take your life too from ye:
But if reserv'd, you stand to fill a victory,
As who knows Conquerours minds? though outwardly
They bear fair streams.
O Sir, does this not shake ye?
If to be honyed on to these afflictions--
_Ptol._ I never will: I was a Fool.
_Pho._ For then Sir
Your Countreys cause falls with ye too, and fetter'd:
All _AEgypt_ shall be plough'd up with dishonour.
_Ptol._ No more: I am sensible: and now my spirit
Burns hot within me.
_Achil._ Keep it warm and fiery.
_Pho._ And last be counsel'd.
_Ptol._ I will, though I perish.
_Pho._ Goe in; we'l tell you all: and then we'l execute.
[_Exeunt._
SCENA II.
_Enter_ Cleopatra, Arsino, Eros.
_Ars._ You are so impatient.
_Cleo._ Have I not cause?
Women of common Beauties, and low Births,
When they are slighted, are allow'd their angers,
Why should not I (a Princess) make him know
The baseness of his usage?
_Ars._ Yes: 'tis fit:
But then again you know what man.
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