He was compelled, you know, to speak the truth.
Chrys. Of course, I understand. Zoram, your hand!
Zor. With pleasure. (Shaking hands with Chrysal.)
Chrysal, I should like to say
That I esteem you—but indeed I can’t.
My detestation of you knows no bounds.
Chrys. How, sir? A fresh affront?
Zor.What can I do?
I try my best to say agreeable things,
But you’re so utterly contemptible!