Ptol. Would you would rule me both by turns, in quiet,
And let me take my ease!
Cas. Then my turn's first.
Sosib. Our master's safety, in sound reason, ought
To be preferred to both.
Ptol. So thinks Cassandra too.
Cas. No; court Sosibius, and cast Cassandra off.
Ptol. What have I said, or done,
To merit this unkindness?
Tell me but what you think of Cleomenes,