And now in the king’s ear like a bell he rings,
Crying that flatterers have been the destroyers of kings.
Which talk in Dionysius’ heart hath made so deep impression,
That he trusteth me not, as heretofore, in no condition:
And some words brake from him, as though that he
Began to suspect my truth and honesty,
Which you of friendship I know will defend, how so ever the world goeth:
My friend—for my honesty will you not take an oath?
Aristippus. To swear for your honesty, I should lose mine own.
Carisophus. Should you so, indeed? I would that were known.