Destructions darting from their looks, and sorrows
That easy womens eyes shall never empty.

_Pho._ You have done well; and 'tis done, see _Achillas_,
And in his hand the head.

_Ptol._ Stay come no nearer,
Me thinks I feel the very earth shake under me,
I do remember him, he was my guardian,
Appointed by the Senate to preserve me:
What a full Majesty sits in his face yet?

_Pho._ The King is troubled: be not frighted Sir,
Be not abus'd with fears; his death was necessary,
If you consider, Sir, most necessary,
Not to be miss'd: and humbly thank great _Isis_,
He came so opportunely to your hands;
Pity must now give place to rules of safety.
Is not victorious _Cæsar_ new arriv'd,
And enter'd _Alexandria_, with his friends,
His _Navy_ riding by to wait his charges?
Did he not beat this _Pompey_, and pursu'd him?
Was not this great man, his great enemy?
This Godlike vertuous man, as people held him,
But what fool dare be friend to flying vertue?

_Enter_ Cæsar, Anthony, Dolabella, Sceva.

I hear their Trumpets, 'tis too late to stagger,
Give me the head, and be you confident: