Gyges.
Then curséd be the man that brought it to you.
Kan.
And why? You did the right, and had I been
Made of your mould it had not worked its lure,
In silence had I given it back to night
And all would now be as it was erewhile.
Then seek not on the passive tool’s account
To bargain for my sin. The guilt is mine.
Gyges.