Part 71 (1/2)

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.

SYRUS. Away! you'll never thrive. You do not know How to ensnare men, Sannio.

SAN. Well, perhaps, Your way were best: yet I was ne'er so crafty But I had rather, when 'twas in my power, Receive prompt payment.

SYRUS. Pshaw! I know your spirit: As if you valued twenty minae now, So you might do a kindness to my master!

--Besides, they say you're setting out for Cyprus. (_Carelessly._)

SAN. Ha! (_Alarmed._)

SYRUS. --And have bought up a large stock of goods To carry over thither.--Hir'd a vessel.

That 'tis, I know, which keeps you in suspense: When you return, I hope, you'll settle this.

SAN. I shall not budge a foot.--Undone by Heav'n!

Urg'd by these hopes they've undertaken this. (_Aside._)

SYRUS. He fears. I've thrown a small rub in his way. (_Aside._)

SAN. (_to himself._) Confusion! they have nick'd me to a hair!

I've bought up sev'ral slaves, and other wares, For exportation; and to miss my time At Cyprus-fair would be a heavy loss.

Then if I leave this business broken thus, All's over with me; and at my return 'Twill come to nothing, grown quite cold and stale.

”--What! come at last?--Why did you stay so long?

Where have you been?”--that it were better lose it, Than wait for it so long, or sue for't then.

SYRUS (_coming up to him._) Well, have you calculated what's your due?

SAN. Monstrous oppression! Is this honorable, Or just in aeschinus, to take away My property by force?

SYRUS. So, so! he comes. (_Aside._) --I have but one word more to say to you.

See how you like it.--Rather, Sannio, Than run the risk to get or lose the whole, E'en halve the matter: and he shall contrive To sc.r.a.pe together by some means ten minae.

SAN. Alas, alas! am I in danger then Of losing ev'n my very princ.i.p.al?

Shame on him! he has loosen'd all my teeth: My head is swell'd all over like a mushroom: And will he cheat me too?--I'm going nowhere.

SYRUS. Just as you please.--Have you aught else to say Before I go?