Cébès: O Simon, you will not leave me so!
Have you learned nothing then, under that tree of knowledge?
Simon: Nothing that I can tell you.
Cébès: Well, the thing that you cannot tell, that is what I demand.
Oh, if indeed
Some law is graven on your heart, if some commandment
And edict of Nature
Pushes you as from its knee into the midst of us, miserable wretches....
(He kneels before him.
Simon: What do you want?