To greet you so, but this vain, strutting show
Wrongs you no less.
Aris. Himself far more.
Dion. Ay, friend.
The mines of earth into one coffer poured
Would not enrich a spendthrift or insure
Him linen for a shroud. If you can not
Prevail with him—If? Nay, you will. All ifs
Lie down before your wooing argument.
Aris. I knew his father when the years had stripped