Men. I will tell you.
Chrem. But still, in the mean time, lay down that rake; don’t fatigue yourself.
Men. By no means.
Chrem. What can be your object? (Tries to take the rake from him.)
Men. Do leave me alone, that I may give myself no respite from my labor.
Chrem. I will not allow it, I tell you. (Taking the rake from him.)
Men. Ah! that’s not fair.
Chrem. (poising the rake.) Whew! such a heavy one as this, pray!
Men. Such are my deserts.
Chrem. Now speak. (Laying down the rake.)