Have hated Dion, have not lived upon
His constant kindness. You have drunk his love
Like flowing wine, and lived by it!
Oc. Rail on,
If railing pleases you. In aftertime
You'll love the better for it.
Diony. Right! Give her leave,
And she will stroke you where she meant to strike.
Ara. You love Theano!
Oc. Ah,—I did, perhaps,