Crysus. One penny, Diogenes; I am a Cynic.
Diogenes. He made thee a beggar, that first gave thee anything.
Crysus. Why, if thou wilt give nothing, nobody will give thee.
Diogenes. I want nothing, till the springs dry and the earth perish.
Crysus. I gather for the Gods.
Diogenes. And I care not for those Gods which want money.
Crysus. Thou art not a right Cynic that wilt give nothing.
Diogenes. Thou art not, that wilt beg anything.
Crysus. (seeing Alexander). Alexander, King Alexander, give a poor Cynic a groat.
Alexander. It is not for a king to give a groat.