Hee would not touch, nor see it.
Cler. Possible!
How did you then?
Bal. Left it, in his despight. 150
But when hee saw mee enter so expectlesse,
To heare his base exclaimes of "murther, murther,"
Made mee thinke noblesse lost, in him quicke buried.
Quo mollius degunt, eo servilius.
Epict.