Where they talk of you will inform you perfectly.
Aristippus. Do so, my boy: if thou bring it finely to pass,
For thy good service thou shalt go in thine old coat at Christmas.
[Exeunt.
Enter Damon, Pithias, Stephano.
Damon. Stephano, is all this true that thou hast told me?
Stephano. Sir, for lies hitherto ye never controll’d me.
O, that we had never set foot on this land,
Where Dionysius reigns with so bloody a hand!
Every day he showeth some token of cruelty,