My greatest glory shall be to be counted a perfect friend.
Pithias. For this your deed, most noble king, the gods advance your name,
And since to friendship’s lore you list your princely heart to frame,
With joyful heart, O king, most welcome now to me,
With you will I knit the perfect knot of amity:
Wherein I shall instruct you so, and Damon here your friend,
That you may know of amity the mighty force, and eke the joyful end:
And how that kings do stand upon a fickle ground,
Within whose realm at time of need no faithful friends are found.
Dionysius. Your instruction will I follow; to you myself I do commit.