That ever had a brother, or a king[42].
Sosib. Wipe off the tears that stand upon your eyes;
Good nature works too far. Kings have no brothers,
What men call such, are rivals of their crowns;
Yours timed his death, so as to merit grief.
Who knows, but he laid in, by that last action,
The means to have betrayed you, had he lived?
Cleom. I would say something; but I curb my passion,
Because thou art the father to my friend—
To you, sir, this: If you condemn your brother, [To Ptol.