Gama. But she’s a liar! Why, how old you’ve grown!
Is this Hilarion?—why you’ve changed, too!
You were a singularly handsome child!
(to Cyril) Are you a courtier? Come, then, ply your trade!
Tell me some lies: how do you like your king?
Vile Rumor says he’s all but imbecile—
Now that’s not true!
Cyril.My lord, we love our king:
His wise remarks are valued by his court
As precious stones.