Dom.It must be so.
Sel. It is so, madam.
Dom.See, thy prophecy
Is that which should determine it. Go now.[To door.
Her purse will satisfy thee well.
Sel.Yet once
Ere I be gone, madam, I’ll make a stand
To win thy credit.
Dom.Thou must show me cause.
Thou say’st the Augusta plots against her son,