That warns us to be swift.
Her. My fears have caught it.
Phil. The tyrant's mood is ripe. See how he loves
And hates Aristocles? This is the hour
To move him to the Athenian's death.
Her. You're right.
When friendship oars 'tween choler and regard,
A crafty hand may steer which wish�d way
Sets wind of secret business, and he
That rides be none the wiser.