All solitary? How d’you like my work?
(Aside to Chrysal) We’ll have some fun with him.
(Aloud) Your verdict, come!
Arist. I’m blunt and honest. I can’t teach my tongue
To lie, as Zoram here, and Chrysal do.
I tell the truth, sir. If you want to know
My estimate of what you’ve given us,
I think your poetry contemptible—
Your melody, my lord, beneath contempt.
Phan. That’s rather strong.