Glycon: [to Demetrius] Listen to me. The worst sort of life is better than the best kind of death. Forget your religion for just one day. Kill him. He is no good. Your god will thank you for it.
[After Messalina throws wine in Peter's face, Demetrius enters.]
Demetrius: Then why did you come here?
Peter: Do I have to give a reason for wanting to see an old friend?
Demetrius: He's right, Messalina. We can't refuse our hospitality to an old friend.
Messalina: Send him away.
Demetrius: No. Not until he's had some wine. Glycon, bring wine.
Peter: Thank you. I've already had some.
