Combed wool on Dardan plain when Troy was burning
Methinks Sicilian sires bred from that dame.
First lord. By Zeus, this is bold rating.
Second lord. 'Tis our due.
'Twixt caution's pause and the delay of shame
Lies but one step, and Syracuse is on it.
Courage grows agued and hunches at the hearth
Forefearing enterprise.
Speu. Can you be still?
Third lord. No more, my lord. Here's Dionysius.