To enquire, and learn of you Sir: whose grave care
For Egypts happiness, and great Ptolomies good,
Hath eyes and ears in all parts.
Enter Ptolomy, Labienus, Guard.
Pho. I'le not boast,
What my Intelligence costs me: but 'ere long
You shall know more. The King, with him a Roman.
Ach. The scarlet livery of unfortunate war
Dy'd deeply on his face.
Achil. 'Tis Labienus