Gna. Yes, one of a million, if he chose you for his Companion.
Thra. All the Officers envy’d me, and grumbl’d at me behind my back; but I valued it not: They envy’d me intolerably: But above all, one who had the Charge o’ the vast Indian Elephants. One day, this Fellow being more turbulent than the rest, I snap’d him up; Prithee Strato, said I, why art thou so fierce? Is’t because you’re Lord o’ the wild beasts?
Gna. Neatly said, as I hope to live; and shrewdly. Bless me! you overthrow Man and Beast.—— What said he, Sir?
Thra. Not a word.
Gna. Nay, I can’t tell how he shou’d.
Thra. But, Gnatho, did I never tell you how sharp I was upon a young Rhodian Spark at a Feast?
Gna. Never, Sir; let’s hear’t, by all means.— He has told it me a thousand times. Aside.
Thra. Why this Rhodian Spark I told ye of, was with me at a Feast, where I happen’d to have a small Girl: This Stripling began to be sweet upon her, and waggish upon me too. How now, you impudent Saucebox, said I; you’re Man’s meat your self, and yet have a mind to a Tid-bit.
Gna. Ha, ha, he.
Thra. What’s the matter, hah?