OD. Yea, though I hated him, while hate was comely.
AG. Why, thou shouldst trample him the more, being dead.
OD. Rejoice not, King, in feats that soil thy fame!
AG. ’Tis hard for power to observe each pious rule.
OD. Not hard to grace the good words of a friend.
AG. The ‘noble spirit’ should hearken to command.
OD. No more! ’Tis conquest to be ruled by love.
AG. Remember what he was thou gracest so.
OD. A noisome enemy; but his life was great.
AG. And wilt thou honour such a pestilent corse?