Ptol. My pleasure is of more.—
How could I curse my name of Ptolemy!
For 'tis so long, it asks an hour to write it.
By Heaven, I'll change it into Jove or Mars,
Or any other civil monosyllable,
That will not tire my hand.
Sosib. These are for common good. [Shewing papers.
Ptol. I am glad of that;
Those shall be sure to wait.
Sosib. Orders to pay the soldiers, ripe for mutiny;