Of signing out her treasures!
Sosib. The rest are only grants to her you love,
And places for her friends.
Ptol. I'll sign them all, were every one a province.
Thou know'st her humour, not to brook denial;
And then a quarrel on her birth-day too
Would be of ill presage. [Signs more papers.
Enter Cassandra and Women.
Cas. I heard you waited; but you'll pardon me,
I was no sooner dressed.