Pho. For then Sir
Your Countreys cause falls with ye too, and fetter'd:
All Ægypt shall be plough'd up with dishonour.
Ptol. No more: I am sensible: and now my spirit
Burns hot within me.
Achil. Keep it warm and fiery.
Pho. And last be counsel'd.
Ptol. I will, though I perish.
Pho. Goe in; we'l tell you all: and then we'l execute.
[Exeunt.