That I may have an object worth my worship. [Aside.
Cas. The God that I adore is in my breast;
This is the temple; this the sacrifice.
But to the powers divine we make appeal,
With great devotion, and with little zeal. [Exeunt Ptol. and Cas.
Sosib. [Solus.] Yes, yes, it shall be done; but not her way.—
Call in my son Cleanthes.—This Cassandra
Is our enchanting syren; she that sings
Our Ptolemy into secure destruction.
In vain I counsel him to avoid his ruin: