How he would look if Pompey were alive again,
But how he would set his face?
Cæsar. You look now, King,
And you that have been Agents in this glory,
For our especial favour?
Ptol. We desire it.
Cæsar. And doubtless you expect rewards.
Sceva. Let me give 'em:
I'le give 'em such as nature never dreamt of,
I'le beat him and his Agents (in a morter)