Arist.It’s strong, my lord, but true.
I’m blunt—outspoken. If I’ve angered you,
So much the worse; I always speak the truth.
Chrys. Heed not the yelping of this surly cur,
Naught satisfies him, Phanor!
Arist.There you’re wrong,
For I was satisfied to hear it once;
’Twas you that wanted it a second time!
Chrys. Back to your kennel, sham Diogenes!
Arist. I’m no Diogenes. He spent his life