And drag your father's daughter at your feet,
Then you may take me to the council hall.
Diony. Your pleasure, sister. Here we'll hold our court.
Go, Clitus, to the steps and turn all hither.
Ara. Art thou my brother, Dionysius? Nay!
We are of different mothers. Now I know
We are of different fathers, too.
Diony. You dare!
Silence thy slanderous tongue!
Ara. I say thou 'rt not