AESCH. If you have brawl'd enough, Please to indulge me with one word, you pimp. SAN. Who has brawl'd most, yourself or I? AESCH. Well, well! No more of that, but to the point! SAN. What point? What would you have? AESCH. Will you allow me then To speak of what concerns you? SAN. Willingly: Speak, but in justice. AESCH. Very fine! a pimp, And talks of justice! SAN. Well, I am a pimp; The common bane of youth, a perjurer, A public nuisance, I confess it: yet I never did you wrong. AESCH. No, that's to come. SAN. Prithee return to whence you first set out, Sir! AESCH. You, plague upon you for it! bought the girl For twenty minae; which sum we will give you. SAN. What if I do not choose to sell the girl? Will you oblige me? AESCH. No. SAN. I fear'd you would. AESCH. She's a free-woman, and should _not_ be sold, And, as such, by due course of law I claim her. Now then consider which you like the best, To take the money, or maintain your action. Think on this, Pimp, till I come back again. (_Exit._ SCENE II. _SANNIO alone._ Oh Jupiter! I do not wonder now That men run mad with injuries. He drags me Out of my own house; cudgels me most soundly; And carries off my slave against my will: And after this ill-treatment, he demands The Music-Girl to be made over to him At the same price I bought her.--He has pour'd His blows upon me, thick as hail; for which, Since he deserves so nobly at my hands, He should no doubt be gratified.--Nay, nay, Let me but touch the cash, I'm still content. But this I guess will be the case: as soon As I shall have agreed to take his price, He'll produce witnesses immediately, To prove that I have sold her--And the money Will be mere moonshine.--"By-and-by."--"To-morrow." --Yet I could bear that too, although much wrong, Might I but get the money after all: For thus it is, friend Sannio; when a man Has taken up this trade, he must receive, And pocket the affronts of young gallants. --But nobody will pay me, and I draw Conclusions to no purpose. SCENE III. _Enter SYRUS._ SYRUS (_to AESCH. within_). Say no more! Let me alone to talk with him! I warrant I'll make him take the money; aye, and own That he's well treated too. (_Coming forward._) Why how now, Sannio? What's the dispute I overheard just now 'Twixt you and my young master? SAN. Never was Any dispute conducted more unfairly, Than that between us two to-day! Poor I With being drubb'd, and he with drubbing me, 'Till we were both quite weary. SYRUS. All your fault. SAN. What could I do? SYRUS. Give a young man his way. SAN. What could I give him more, who gave my face? SYRUS. Nay, but d'ye know my meaning, Sannio? To seem upon occasion to slight money, Proves in the end, sometimes, the greatest gain. Why prithee, blockhead, could you be afraid, Had you abated somewhat of your right, And humor'd the young gentleman, he would not Have paid you back again with interest? SAN. I never purchase hope with ready money.