Phæd. You will not be so base to take it from me?
Grip. 'Tis my proper chattel; and I'll seize my own, in whatever hands I find it.
Phæd. You know I only showed it you, to provoke your generosity, that you might out-bid your rival with a better present.
Grip. My rival is a thief; and I'll indite you for a receiver of stolen goods.
Phæd. Thou hide-bound lover!
Grip. Thou very mercenary mistress!
Phæd. Thou most mercenary magistrate!
Grip. Thou seller of thyself!
Phæd. Thou seller of other people: thou weather-cock of government; that, when the wind blows for the subject, pointest to privilege; and when it changes for the sovereign, veerest to prerogative[9]!