Will fail thee not. Speak! End this bitter folly
From which the gods would turn shame-burning face!
The. Not if all tale be true.
Dion. You speak too much!
Ara. First swear, my lords, however I may choose,
You'll still be friends, as honored and as true
As though this face I loathe had never come
Between your loves.
Aris. I swear to you my friend
Shall be my friend.