Only because he's bounteous, great, and brave,—
Know, you condemn those virtues, own you want them.
Had you a thousand brothers, such as he,
You ought to shew you are above them all,
By daring to reward, and cherish them,
As bucklers of your crown in time of war,
And in soft peace, the jewels that adorn it.
Cas. I stand corrected, sir; he ought to live.
Ptol. I think so too.
Sosib. I do not wish his death,