A sword's the tongue for me!
Third lord. The tyrant speaks.
Hark, friends!
Diony. Aristocles, excepting thee
No man alive might teach me hate myself.
Say what thou wilt, I'll love thee!
Third lord. Fair enough.
Second lord. Fair in the flower, but no fruit, my lord.
The fragrance sickens. A sound wholesome deed
Were pungent sniffing!