r 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 _Caesar_, (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 _Caesar_ 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,
Be wise O King.

_Ptol._ I will be: go my counsellour,
To _Caesar_ 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._

SCENA II.

_Enter_ Antony, Dolabella, Sceva.

_Dol._ Nay there's no rowsing him: he is bewitch'd sure,
His noble blood curdled, and cold within him;
Grown now a womans warriour.

_Sce._ And a tall one:
Studies her fortifications, and her breaches,
And how he may advance his ram to batter
The Bullwork of her chastitie.

_Ant._ Be not too angry,
For by this light, the woman's a rare woman,
A Lady of that catching youth, and beauty,
That unmatch'd sweetness--

_Dol._ But why should he be fool'd so?
Let her be what she will, why should his wisdom,
His age, and honour--

_Ant._ Say it were your own case,
Or mine, or any mans, that has heat in him:
'Tis true at this time when he has no promise
Of more security than his sword can