So. Thou mayest enforce my body, but not me.
Sy. Not?
So. No.
Sy. No?
So. No: off with thy loathèd arms,
That lie more heavy on me than the chains
That wear deep wrinkles in the captive’s limbs!
I do beseech thee.
Sy. What?
So. Be but a beast,
Be but a beast.
Sy. Do not offend a power 20
Can make thee more than wretched: yield to him
To whom fate yields. Know, Massinissa’s dead.
So. Dead!
Sy. Dead.