CR. I would not give the prophet blow for blow.
TI. What blow is harder than to call me false?
CR. Desire of money is the prophet’s plague.
TI. And ill-sought lucre is the curse of kings.
CR. Know’st thou ’tis of thy sovereign thou speak’st this?
TI. Yea, for my aid gives thee to sway this city.
CR. Far seeing art thou, but dishonest too.
TI. Thou wilt provoke the utterance of my tongue
To that even thought refused to dwell upon.
CR. Say on, so thou speak sooth, and not for gain.
TI. You think me likely to seek gain from you?