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.