Nothing I fear, nor need learn this from thee.
POLYDEUCES.
What art thou? brutish churl, or o'erproud king?
AMYCUS.
E'en what thou see'st: and I am not trespassing.
POLYDEUCES.
Visit our land, take gifts from us, and go.
AMYCUS.
I seek naught from thee and can naught bestow.
POLYDEUCES.