Then, for myself, thy type, and thy vicegerent,
Roll from my loins a long descent of kings,
Mixed of Cassandra's kindly blood and mine.
Mine be she only, and I only hers!
And when I shall resolve again to thee,
May she survive me, and be queen of Egypt:
Hear this, and firm it with some happy omen!
[An Augury portending good success arises from the Altar.
Omnes. Apis be praised for this auspicious omen!
[Ptolemy bowing retires, and seems pleased.