Why, his highness gave me leave to speak my will: And, far from flattery, I spoke my mind, And did discharge a faithful subject's love: Thou, Aristippus[398]-like, didst flatter him, Not like my brother or a man of worth. And for his highness' vow I cross'd it not; But gave my censure, as his highness bad. Now for thy chastisement know, Amurath, I scorn them, as a reckless lion scorns The humming of a gnat in summer's night. AMURATH. I take it, Haleb, thou art friend to Rhodes. HALEB. Not half so much am I a friend to Rhodes, As thou art enemy to thy sovereign. AMURATH. I charge thee, say wherein; or else, by Mahomet, I'll hazard duty in my sovereign's presence. HALEB. Not for thy threats, but for myself I say, It is not meet that one so base as thou Should'st come about the person of a king. SOLIMAN. Must I give aim to this presumption? AMURATH. Your highness knows, I spake in duteous love. HALEB. Your highness knows, I spake at your command, And to the purpose, far from flattery. AMURATH. Think'st thou, I flatter? now I flatter not. [_He kills_ HALEB. SOLIMAN. What dismal planet guides this fatal hour? Villain, thy brother's groans do call for thee, [SOLIMAN _kills_ AMURATH. To wander with them through eternal night. AMURATH. O Soliman, for loving thee I die. SOLIMAN.