(He holds him back.
Cébès: I want to get up, to walk again! Oh! I can live!
Leave me alone! Let go of me!
Tête-d'or: Stay where you are! Are you mad? Don't you recognise me?
What would you do?
Cébès: Will you not let me go, wretched man! O coward!
I hate you—O the great beast, he holds me!
—Will you not let me go!
(He bites his hand, frees himself, struggles to his feet and falls, tête-d'or puts him back on his bed.
Tête-d'or: You see!