When the king learns of our discovery
He must deliver him up. Let’s to the palace.
Dio. (to Ul.). Nay, I must speak—
Ul.Thou wilt but anger him.
He will yield better if we cross him not.
Dio. (to Ach.). Brave son of Thetis, I’d not yield
to thee
In any trial of strength, tho’ thou be clad
In heavenly armour; but I came not here
To fight, and least with thee: put up thy sword.