Diog. And I in contempt.
Alex. Thou shalt live no longer than I will.
Diog. But I shall die whether you will or no. 150
Alex. How should one learne to bee content?
Diog. Unlearne to covet.
Alex. Hephestion, were I not Alexander, I would wish to bee Diogenes!
Hep. He is dogged, but discreet; I cannot tell how sharpe, 155 with a kind of sweetnes; full of wit, yet too-too wayward.
Alex. Diogenes, when I come this way againe, I will both see thee and confer with thee.
Diog. Doe.[855]
[Enter Apelles.]