By the Pursuers, and with him the Priest
Of Isis, good Achoreus.
Ars. May the Earth
Lye gently on their ashes.
Pho. I feel now,
That there are powers above us; and that 'tis not
Within the searching policies of man
To alter their decrees.
Cleo. I laugh at thee;
Where are thy threats now, Fool, thy scoffs and scorns