It makes a Bar of God here in a fashion—
One hacks at me, the other wards the blow,
And Diké passes verdict if she can.
Rhod.
You must have eavesdropped, then; I’ll not believe ’t.
If I come in a place all unexpected
I make a warning noise that I be marked,
And what should be unheard be left unsaid.
And you—no, no—that is no kingly act.
Kan.