PHRY. By my life have I sworn, which I should wish to hold a sacred oath.
ORES. Was the steel thus dreadful to all the Phrygians at Troy also?
PHRY. Remove thy sword, for being so near me it gleams horrid slaughter.
ORES. Art thou afraid, lest thou shouldest become a rock, as though looking on the Gorgon?
PHRY. Lest I should become a corse, but I know not of the Gorgon's head.
ORES. Slave as thou art, dost thou fear death, which will rid thee from thy woes?
PHRY. Every one, although a man be a slave, rejoices to behold the light.
ORES. Thou sayest well; thy understanding; saves thee, but go into the house.
PHRY. Thou wilt not kill me then?
ORES. Thou art pardoned.