As for our master, I have known him to be honeyed in speech but carrying poison in the heart. For, He raises his hand from a distance (by way of greeting) and has his eyes moist (with tears of joy); he proffers half of his seat, he is ready to give a close embrace, shows great regard in making inquiries and talking about one's beloved persons, has poison inside, but is all sweetness from outside, and is an expert in deceit (or dissembling). What pantomimic art is this, unheard of before, that has been learnt by the wicked?