Is merely not forbid to me. To-day
I cannot be your paragon and pattern.
Hero.
And once again you will not see the feast?
Rhod.
Nay, lest my presence mar your merry frolic.
With us it is not wont, and I should feel
As though I were to eat and have no hunger
Or drink and feel no thirst. It seems to me
That we’ve a better way at home than yours,