At Ptolemy's return?
Cas. Why ask you that?
Clean. Because his destiny, for aught I find,
Depends on you. Think first, and then command.
Cas. Know then, that his last thread is on the distaff,
And I can cut it now.
Clean. And are resolved?
Cas. I only said I can, and I can save.—
Disarm, and hurt him not.
Clean. Once more, your sword.