Your plan doesn't please me." "Why not ?" "I don't wish what you desire." "'I don't wish;' that's a woman's most convincing reason.
"It is, for at least I desire nothing I haven't carefully considered.
And you know Alciphron, in Syracuse, our master's oldest brother, did not ask for the heiress, who probably seemed to him too insignificant for his own family, but wanted our girl for his son Leonax.

We joyfully gave our consent, and, within a few days, perhaps to-morrow, the suitor will come from Messina with your master to see his bride." "Still, I stick to it: your Xanthe belongs to our Phaon, and, if you would act according to Dionysius's wishes, like fair-minded people--" "Isn't Alciphron--the best and wisest of men--also Dionysius's child?
I would give his first-born, rather than any one else, this fruitful soil, and, when the rich father's favorite, when Leonax once rules here by Xanthe's side, there'll be no lack of means to rebuild the platform and renew a few marble benches." Angered by these words, the old man indignantly exclaimed: "You add mockery to wrong.

We know the truth.

To please Alciphron, your foster-child, you would make us all beggars.

If Lysander gives his daughter to Leonax it will be your work, yours alone, and we will--" Semestre did not allow herself to be intimidated, but, angrily raising her myrtle-staff, interrupted Jason by exclaiming in a loud, tremulous voice: "You are right.