Ben. Virtue, sir, is its own reward: I expect none from you.
Aur. Since it is so, sir, you shall lose no further time in my service: Henceforward, pray know me for your humble servant; for your master I am resolved to be no longer.
Ben. Nay, rather than so, sir, I beseech you let a good, honest, sufficient beating atone the difference.
Aur. 'Tis in vain.
Ben. I am loth to leave you without a guide.
Aur. He's at it again! do you hear, Camillo?
Cam. Pr'ythee, Aurelian, be mollified, and beat him.
Fron. Pray, sir, hear reason, and lay it on, for my sake.
Aur. I am obdurate.
Cam. But what will your father say, if you part with him?