He flyes not Cæsar only, but the Senate,
Of which, the greater part have cloi'd the hunger
Of sharp Pharsalian fowl, he flies the Nations
That he drew to his Quarrel, whose Estates
Are sunk in his: and in no place receiv'd,
Hath found out Egypt, by him yet not ruin'd:
And Ptolomy, things consider'd, justly may
Complain of Pompey: wherefore should he stain
Our Egypt, with the spots of civil war?
Or make the peaceable, or quiet Nile