Gregorius Pedro (a little heavily): No, nor I.
Lucullus Severus: You are sad, brother.
Gregorius Pedro: No, not sad.
Lucullus Severus: Ah, but I see it.
Gregorius Pedro: Ah, well.
Lucullus Severus: What grieves you, brother?
Gregorius Pedro: (Sighs) We shall water the roses no more, he and I. We shall roll the lawns no more. We shall tend the young tulips together never again.
Lucullus Severus: Oh, why not? Why not? There is not all that difference.
Gregorius Pedro: There is.
Lucullus Severus: It is our cross, brother. We must bear it.