Well, then, kill me--I have told you that it was I who killed the boy.

Am I disputing?
But you are making grimaces like monkeys that have found bananas--or have you such a game in your land?
Then I don't want to play it.

And you, abbot, you are like a juggler in the marketplace.

In one hand you have truth and in the other hand you have truth, and you are forever performing tricks.

And now she is lying--she lies so well that my heart contracts with belief.