Cébès: Who is sighing? Is anyone there?
(He turns his head and sees the king.
(Silence.
The King: Ah!
(He catches sight of cébès.
Can't you sleep, my child?
Cébès: I cannot sleep.
The King: Are you thirsty? Would you like me to get you a drink?
Cébès: Pardon me, Sire. I shall not drink till he returns.
The King: Sire! Is there still such a title? Do not call me Sire, my child!