Cébès: I implore you.
Simon: Do not hope to know more than I wish to tell you.
Cébès: Listen to me! I understand and I will not let you go! Was I not there?
Surely to-day I must ask and you must answer!
You shall not go before
You have given me the portion that is due me.
Reply or I will throw myself upon you and constrain you by force!
I implore you!
You have robbed me of the light of my eyes! You have carried away my hope and my joy!
You have taken from me the woman I love and brought her to her death! So now it is to you that I make my cry!