Plunder for any thief. 'Twas Dion then
Became his father, gave him life and wealth,
And that sweet breeding that till now did show
So fair in him. Ocrastes owes him all——
Oc. Ay, all! E'en wisdom. He would call me fool
Stayed I from market when thy richest self
Courts any passing bid. Since he must lose——
Ara. Nay, every touch will be a three-fold shame
Robbing a husband, benefactor, friend.
My eyes will mirror those reproachful days