_Ach._ 'Tis no hour now for anger:
No wisdom to debate with fruitless choler,
Let us consider timely what we must do,
Since she is flown to his protection,
From whom we have no power to sever her,
Nor force conditions--

_Ptol._ Speak (good _Achoreus_)

_Ach._ Let indirect and crooked counsels vanish,
And straight, and fair directions--

_Pho._ Speak your mind Sir.

_Ach._ Let us choose _Cæsar_, (and endear him to us,)
An Arbitrator in all differences
Betwixt you, and your Sister; this is safe now:
And will shew off, most honourable.

_Pho._ Base,
Most base and poor; a servile, cold submission:
Hear me, and pluck your hearts up, like stout Counsellours,
Since we are sensible this _Cæsar_ loathes us,
And have begun our fortune with great Pompey,
Be of my mind.

_Ach._ 'Tis most uncomely spoken,
And if I say most bloodily, I lye not:
The law of hospitality it poysons,
And calls the Gods in question that dwell in us,