Jochanan! Ho, Jochanan!
Aye, O patriarch?
Hast thou consumest impure sweets?
Nay, mine own blood!
Thou blasphemest against heaven with thy whore’s mouth!
Nay, nay O patriarch!
Ope thy lying gullet, shame of my bloodline!
Ia! Ia! Shame, Jochanan! Now thou must be slain, and I must slay thee.