"You still think as I've got you're beggaring old pot?"
"I'll swear you had it; and I'd stake half its value that you have it yet."
"An' if I had? What better way of filling your eyes with twenty thousand pound all to once?"
"But not your own."
"Bah! If I had it, 'twould be my own, as much as my body an' bones be my own—mine to make or mar—to cherish or put under my feet."
"I'll swear your hag's eyes have mirrored it this night!" cried Malherb. "I see you licking your lips as though you had just come from a feast."
"If 'twas so, 'tis a feast as I won't ax you to share."
"Nevertheless, I shall share it some day unasked."
"You'm welcome; but the day you see the Malherb amphora again will be the last day you see anything."
"You've got it then?"