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Scene the Fourth.

Ptolomey, Photinus.
Ptolom.
What think you, Photin, of this haughty Dame?

Photin.
This secret never to my Knowledge came;
Confus'd, Uncertain, in my Thoughts, I find
No mean, whereby this Storm may be declin'd.

Ptolom.
Shall Pompey Live then?

Photin.
No, the rather Dye;
This way you must with your fair Sister vye
For Cæsar's grace, whose Gratitude may prove
For such a Service equal to his Love.

Ptolom.
VVhat if her Charms with Cæsar should prevail?

Photin.
She must be flatter'd, if you think I fail,
VVith wise Septimius and Achillas you
May take advice what you are next to do.

Ptolom.
From the high Tower wee'l look on Pompey's fate,
And this Affair at their return debate.

Exeunt.