Be wise O King.

_Ptol._ I will be: go my counsellour,
To _Cæsar_ go, and do my humble service:
To my fair Sister my commends negotiate,
And here I ratifie what e're thou treat'st on.

_Ach._ Crown'd with fair peace, I go. [_Exit._

_Ptol._ My love go with thee,
And from my love go you, you cruel vipers:
You shall know now I am no ward, _Photinus_. [_Exit._

_Pho._ This for our service?
Princes do their pleasures,
And they that serve obey in all disgraces:
The lowest we can fall to, is our graves,
There we shall know no diffrence: heark _Achillas_,
I may do something yet, when times are ripe,
To tell this raw unthankful! King.

_Achil._ _Photinus_,
What e're it be I shall make one: and zealously:
For better dye attempting something nobly,
Than fall disgraced.

_Pho._ Thou lov'st me and I thank thee. [_Exeunt._