Ptol. We give up
Our absolute power to thee: dispose of it
As reason shall direct thee.
Pho. Good Achillas,
Seek out Septimius: do you but sooth him,
He is already wrought: leave the dispatch
To me of Labienus: 'tis determin'd
Already how you shall proceed: nor Fate
Shall alter it, since now the dye is cast,
But that this hour to Pompey is his last. [Exit.