CHREMYLUS. Will you have the goodness to stop. Are two men to fly from a woman?
BLEPSIDEMUS. But, you wretch, 'tis Poverty, the most fearful monster that ever drew breath.
CHREMYLUS. Stay where you are, I beg of you.
BLEPSIDEMUS. No! no! a thousand times, no!
CHREMYLUS. Could we do anything worse than leave the god in the lurch and fly before this woman without so much as ever offering to fight?
BLEPSIDEMUS. But what weapons have we? Are we in a condition to show fight? Where is the breastplate, the buckler, that this wretch has not pledged?
CHREMYLUS. Be at ease. Plutus will readily triumph over her threats unaided.
POVERTY. Dare you reply, you scoundrels, you who are caught red-handed at the most horrible crime?
CHREMYLUS. As for you, you cursed jade, you pursue me with your abuse, though I have never done you the slightest harm.
POVERTY. Do you think it is doing me no harm to restore Plutus to the use of his eyes?