And this, and this, I will not.
Ptol. By all three, thou shalt. [Gives her the Signet from his Finger.
But kill this Cleomenes quickly, he's dangerous.
Cas. He's in safe hands with me.
Ptol. One more embrace.
Cas. There, take it, and now go.
Thus, for your good, I thrust you from my arms.
Ptol. Farewell, my love. [Exit Ptolemy.
Cas. Farewell——I hope for ever.—
Now, Cleomenes, I will sound thy soul,