_Chr._ And Lais loves that lout--and all for you! _Car._ And our new admiral’s tower-- _Chr._ (_impatiently to Cario_). May fall, I trust, Upon your noisy head!--But in brief, my friend, Are not all things that are done done for you? For, good or bad, you are alone the cause. Ay, and in war, that side is safe to win Into whose scale you throw the golden weight. _Pl._ Am I indeed so potent as all this? _Chr._ Yea, by great heaven, and very much more than this, Since none hath ever had his fill of you: Of all things else there comes satiety; We tire of Love-- _Car._ Of loaves-- _Chr._ Of music-- _Car._ Sweetmeats-- _Chr._ Of honour-- _Car._ Cheesecakes-- _Chr._ Valour-- _Car._ Of dried figs-- _Chr._ Ambition-- _Car._ Biscuit-- _Chr._ High command-- _Car._ Pea-soup. _Chr._ Of you alone is no man filled too full. Still Plutus follows his guides unwillingly. His experiences as the guest of men have not hitherto been pleasant:-- _Pl._ If I perchance took lodging with a miser, He digs me a hole i’ the earth, and buries me; And if some honest friend shall come to him, And ask the loan of me, by way of help, He swears him out he never saw my face. Or, if I quarter with your man of pleasure, He wastes me on his dice and courtesans, And forthwith turns me naked on the street. _Chr._ Because you never had the luck, as yet, To light upon a moderate man--like me. I love economy, look ye--no man more; Then again, I know how to spend, in season. But let’s indoors: I long to introduce My wife, and only son, whom I do love Best in this world--next to yourself, I should say.