Vegetable Woman. We are given nothing; we have to buy everything.
Cirr. That dirt which you have on your hands and neck was not given to you, was it?
Vegetable Woman. Unless you take yourself off, you impudent boy, your cheeks will feel some of this dirt on them.
Cirr. How will my cheeks feel, when you have it on your hands?
Vegetable Woman. Give those cherries back, you young rogue.
Cirr. I am merely sampling, for I wish to buy.
Vegetable Woman. Then buy.
Cirr. Provided they have pleased me. How do you sell them?
Vegetable Woman. A sesterce a pound.
Cirr. Ah! they are bitter, you old poisoner! You are selling here cherries to people to choke them.