Ptol. No more, you have undone me,
That, that I hourly fear'd, is fain upon me,
And heavily, and deadly.
Pho. Hear a remedy.
Ptol. A remedy now the disease is ulcerous?
And has infected all? your secure negligence
Has broke through all the hopes I have, and ruin'd me:
My Sister is with Cæsar, in his chamber,
All night she has been with him; and no doubt
Much to her honour.