And let my wit, and valour work: you will raise me,
And make me out-dare all my miseries?
Pho. All this, and all thy wishes.
Sep. Use me then,
Womanish fear farewell: I'le never melt more,
Lead on, to some great thing, to wake my spirit:
I cut the Cedar Pompey, and I'le fell
This huge Oak Cæsar too.
Pho. Now thou singst sweetly:
And Ptolomy shall crown thee for thy service.