The Greek with the Cimmerian. Father, pray you,
Send them away, with honour if you please,
And soothing words and gifts—only, I pray you,
Send them away, this Prince who doth despise us,
And his false retinue of slaves.
Lama.
My daughter,
Thy words are wanting in thy wonted love
And dutiful observance. 'Twere an insult