Character: Potin

- Are you so blinded by her beauty that they don't notice how eager she is to reign in Egypt alone, and all my heart is waiting for your departure.<...> I heard it from her own mouth. You're just a tool in her hands. You have to remove the crown from the head of Ptolemy and shift on her head. To bring all of us in her arms and himself, too, and then "Caesar can go to Rome or the gates of death" that rather and closer.
- Well, my friend, everything is so natural...
- Naturally? And you do not resent treachery?
- Angry? That will give me the indignation, the stupid Egyptian? Will I resent the wind that freezes me, or resent at night, which makes me stumble around in the dark? Will I be indignant youth, when she turns away from old age, or to resent the ambition, which sickens cringing? Come and tell me all this - anyway, that you would come to tell me that the sun will rise tomorrow.

If I say "no", did I stop you?