Winneth the widow winneth house and lands
And kingship; then the rich Eurymachus
Will raise his hands and weep, The very thing
I would have stayed. Alas! the neediness
And avarice of some!
Amph.Why, good Ctesippus,
Seek not a quarrel.
Ctes.Nay, but is’t not so?
Amph. ’Twill never be. The just and equal gods
Have yet respect unto Ulysses’ house.