ANTIOCHUS. O, not that; That is the public cry; I mean the name They give me when they talk among themselves, And think that no one listens; what is that?
JASON. Antiochus Epimanes, my Lord!
ANTIOCHUS. Antiochus the Mad! Ay, that is it. And who hath said it? Who hath set in motion That sorry jest?
JASON. The Seven Sons insane Of a weird woman, like themselves insane.
ANTIOCHUS. I like their courage, but it shall not save them. They shall be made to eat the flesh of swine, Or they shall die. Where are they?
JASON. In the dungeons Beneath this tower.
ANTIOCHUS. There let them stay and starve, Till I am ready to make Greeks of them, After my fashion.
JASON. They shall stay and starve.— My Lord, the Ambassadors of Samaria Await thy pleasure.
ANTIOCHUS. Why not my displeasure? Ambassadors are tedious. They are men Who work for their own ends, and not for mine There is no furtherance in them. Let them go To Apollonius, my governor There in Samaria, and not trouble me. What do they want?
JASON. Only the royal sanction To give a name unto a nameless temple Upon Mount Gerizim.