Zeo. It sleeps not, Philamir, nor is it dead,
It lives and can not die.
Phil.But people say
That love should advertise itself in words
More fervid than the weary formula,
“I love you, Philamir.” You love your friends.
Why, Zeolide, I think I’ve heard you say
You love your horse!
Zeo.Unjust! You ask me, then,
To limit my illimitable love,