Diony. Spoke I not truth, my lords? You see how fast
Her spirit grows. Hear her sweet names for me?
Now we'll have bidders plenty. Thanks, my sister.
She'll sing, my lords, when once she's neatly caged.
�gisthus. I beg——
Callorus. My lord——
Diony. 'Tis fit you both should speak
At once, for both alike sit in my favor.
�gisthus' lands are broad, but you, Callorus,