Phæd. You may call a gold goblet a toy; but I put a greater value upon your presents.
Sos. A gold goblet, say'st thou! Yes, now I think on't, it was a kind of a gold goblet, as a gratuity after consummation.
Phæd. No, no; I had rather make sure of one bribe beforehand, than be promised ten gratuities.
Sos. Yes, now I remember, it was, in some sense, a gold goblet, by way of earnest; and it contained—
Phæd. One large—
Sos. How, one large—
Phæd. Gallon.
Sos. No; that was somewhat too large, in conscience: It was not a whole gallon; but it may contain, reasonably speaking, one large—thimble-full; but gallons and thimble-fulls are so like, that, in speaking, I might easily mistake them.
Phæd. Is it come to this?—Out, traitor!
Sos. I had been a traitor, indeed, to have betrayed thee to the swallowing of a gallon; but a thimble-full of cordial water is easily sipt off: and then, this same goblet is so very light too, that it will be no burden to carry it about with thee in thy pocket.