Cœn. Just as you paid me for the fair estate
I sold you there. [Aside.
Cleom. What's that you mutter?
Cœn. Nothing: That's what his hopes are worth—
[Aside. Exit Cœnus.
Panth. I fear he's gone away dissatisfied.
Clean. I'll make it up:—Those horses I present you;
You'll put them to the use that nature meant them.
Cleom. I burden you too much.
Clean. If you refuse, you burden me much more.