I NEVER saw such a woman; never in all my life.
Upon my word I am sorry for poor Menedemus now:
What would he have done without me? What a predicament!
Suppose his son had returned, and he with his simple heart
Had given in, and had this woman to live in his house—
Well, thanks to me he is safe. Forty pounds, I think,
Was not so dear a bargain: and yet ’tis a tidy sum.
As much as I should make on a small consignment of sponges:
And that I have paid on risk—although I cannot doubt
But that Menedemus will gladly pay me again—’tis risked.