Cébès: By these victorious hands, dear friend!
Tête-d'or: Give me a brotherly welcome.
(They embrace.
Cébès: O man with the power to conquer!
Tête-d'or: I bayed at their heels! I made them rise from the dung in which they sat.
Then I saw that what I wished for was.
Cébès: But how?
Tête-d'or: I am telling you! I was more firm on my horse than on a rock.
—But I wanted to talk with you and there you are still in your bed.
Cébès: Do not pity me.