Pho. Think better of him, he has much befriended thee,
Shew'd thee much love in taking the head from thee.
The times are alter'd (Souldier) Cæsar's angry,
And our design to please him lost and perish'd;
Be glad thou art unnam'd, 'tis not worth the owning;
Yet, that thou maist be useful—
Sept. Yes, my Lord,
I shall be ready.
Pho. For I may employ thee
To take a rub or two out of my way,