Cleo. To prevent thee,
In that I am the Mistress of my Fate;
So hope I of my sister to confirm it.
I spit at thee, and scorn thee.
Pho. I will tame
That haughty courage, and make thee stoop too.
Cleo. Never,
I was born to command, and will dye so.
Enter Achillas, and Souldiers, with the Body of Ptolomy.