Sure we had neither human sires, nor mothers;
The sun and Nile begot us: We're so cowardly,
And yet so proud; so many gods we have.
And yet not one!—
Cleom. No more:—they seem to gaze on me with wonder.
Clean. And well they may, to see a man in Egypt.
[King, Cassandra, and Sosibius, rise and come forward.
Ptol. Welcome, royal stranger!
Not only to my court, but to my bosom.
Cleom. I heard you sent for me; but on what business