Diog. That we have little and lose much.
Alex. If one be sicke, what wouldst thou have him doe?
Diog. Bee sure that hee make not his physician his heire.
Alex. If thou mightest have thy will, how much ground would content thee? 50
Diog. As much as you in the end must be contented withall.
Alex. What, a world?
Diog. No, the length of my bodie.
Alex. [aside]. Hephestion, shall I bee a little pleasant with him?
Hep. [aside]. You may; but hee will be very perverse with you. 55
Alex. [aside]. It skils not;[969] I cannot be angry with him. Diogenes, I pray thee what doest thou thinke of love?