_Ptol._ Sit: sit all,
It is my pleasure: your advice, and freely.

_Ach._ A short deliberation in this,
May serve to give you counsel: to be honest,
Religious and thankfull, in themselves
Are forcible motives, and can need no flourish
Or gloss in the perswader; your kept faith,
(Though _Pompey_ never rise to th' height he's fallen from)
_Cæsar_ himself will love; and my opinion
Is (still committing it to graver censure)
You pay the debt you owe him, with the hazard
Of all you can call yours.

_Ptol._ What's yours, (_Photinus_?)

_Pho._ _Achoreus_ (great _Ptolomy_) hath counsell'd
Like a Religious, and honest man,
Worthy the honour that he justly holds
In being Priest to _Isis_: But alas,
What in a man, sequester'd from the world,
Or in a private person, is prefer'd,
No policy allows of in a King,
To be or just, or thankfull, makes Kings guilty,
And faith (though prais'd) is punish'd that supports
Such as good Fate forsakes: joyn with the gods,
Observe the man they favour, leave the wretched,
The Stars are not more distant from the Earth
Than profit is from honesty; all the power,
Prerogative, and greatness of a Prince