All you say, Ten-headed, is true, and I am not in the least angry when I hear it. There’s none in our army who would fight with you with any amount of grace.

It’s a good sound maxim that men should be fairly matched in love and war. If a lion were to kill frogs, will anyone speak well of him?

Though it’s no glory to Rama to kill you and he will incur great blame if he slew you, yet, mark me, Ten-faced, the wrath of the warrior caste is hard to withstand.’

The monkey (Angad) set the enemy’s heart ablaze with the shafts of speech shot forth from the bow of sarcasm, and it was, so to speak, only with a pair of pincers that the valiant Ravana drew them out.

A monkey possesses one great virtue,’ said Ravana with a laugh; he does everything in his power to serve the man who feeds him.

Hurrah for a monkey who dances unabashed in the service of his master anywhere and everywhere! Dancing and skipping about and amusing the people, he serves the interest of his master – that shows his keen devotion to duty.

All of your race, Angad, are devoted to their lord; how would you, then, fail to extol the accomplishments of your master like this? I am a respecter of merit and too magnanimous to pay any attention to your offensive chatter.’