ANDROCLES.
(humbly touching his forelock) Me, your Worship.
CAESAR.
My Worship! Good! A new title. Well, what miracles can you perform?
ANDROCLES.
I can cure warts by rubbing them with my tailor’s chalk; and I can live with my wife without beating her.
CAESAR.
Is that all?
ANDROCLES.
You don’t know her, Caesar, or you wouldn’t say that.
CAESAR.
Ah, well, my friend, we shall no doubt contrive a happy release for you. Which is Ferrovius?
FERROVIUS.
I am he.
CAESAR.
They tell me you can fight.
FERROVIUS.
It is easy to fight. I can die, Caesar.
CAESAR.
That is still easier, is it not?