Ant. I’ faith, there surely was a day named, if I remember right, for you to pay him.
Phæd. It is the fact.
Dor. Do I deny it?
Ant. Is that day past, then?
Dor. No; but this one has come before it.
Ant. Are you not ashamed of your perfidy?
Dor. Not at all, so long as it is for my interest.
Geta. Dunghill!
Phæd. Dorio, is it right, pray, for you to act thus?
Dor. It is my way; if I suit you, make use of me.