_Enter_ Achillas, _and_ Achoreus.

[_Ach._] I love the King, nor do dispute his power,
(For that is not confin'd, nor to be censur'd
By me, that am his Subject) yet allow me
The liberty of a Man, that still would be
A friend to Justice, to demand the motives
That did induce young _Ptolomy_, or _Photinus_,
(To whose directions he gives up himself,
And I hope wisely) to commit his Sister,
The Princess _Cleopatra_ (if I said
The Queen) _Achillas_ 'twere (I hope) no treason,
She being by her Fathers Testament
(Whose memory I bow to) left Co-heir
In all he stood possest of.

_Achil._ 'Tis confest
(My good _Achoreus_) that in these Eastern Kingdoms
Women are not exempted from the Sceptre,
But claim a priviledge, equal to the Male;
But how much such divisions have ta'en from
The Majesty of _Egypt_, and what factions
Have sprung from those partitions, to the ruine
Of the poor Subject, (doubtful which to follow,)
We have too many, and too sad examples,
Therefore the wise _Photinus_, to prevent
The Murthers, and the Massacres, that attend
On disunited Government, and to shew
The King without a Partner, in full splendour,