Tête-d'or: Are you feeling better?
Cébès: Because I am not worth your trouble, hero!
Tête-d'or: You do not render me a true account.
Am I not your tutor? Do you think that all I have done can go for naught? Was it in vain, that adoption that bound us so close together on that night of sorrow?
And are you not mine?
(Silence.
Eh?
Cébès: Well?
Tête-d'or: What?
Cébès: Nothing.