[They move into garden as Dionysius enters from street with Aristocles and other lords, and turns toward palace]
First lord. He's well attended.
Second lord. Ay, let tattered vice
Step out o' door and contemnation hoots
It home again, while silken viciousness
May march as 't will 'tween meek uncovered polls,
With Flattery's footmen running neck and neck
To open any gate.
First lord. True! true!
Speu. Talk! talk!