o th' height he's fallen from) Cæsar himself will love; and my opinion Is (still committing it to graver censure) You pay the debt you owe him, with the hazard Of all you can call yours.
Ptol. What's yours, (Photinus?)
Pho. Achoreus (great Ptolomy) hath counsell'd Like a Religious, and honest man, Worthy the honour that he justly holds In being Priest to Isis: But alas, What in a man, sequester'd from the world, Or in a private person, is prefer'd, No policy allows of in a King, To be or just, or thankfull, makes Kings guilty, And faith (though prais'd) is punish'd that supports Such as good Fate forsakes: joyn with the gods, Observe the man they favour, leave the wretched, The Stars are not more distant from the Earth Than profit is from honesty; all the power, Prerogative, and greatness of a Prince Is lost, if he descend once but to steer His course, as what's right, guides him: let him leave The Scepter, that strives only to