ACT II.—SCENE I.
Enter Cleomenes, Cleanthes, and Pantheus.
Cleom. The king sent for me, say'st thou, and to council!
Clean. And I was coming to you, on that message,
Just when I met Pantheus.
Panth. Good omen, sir, of some intended good.
Your fortune mends; she reconciles apace,
When Egypt makes the advances.
Cleom. Rise a prophet!—