Naus. I wish to do so; and yet, i’ faith, through the fault of my husband, I am less able than I ought to be.
Dem. Why so?
Naus. Because, i’ faith, he takes such indifferent care of the property that was so industriously acquired by my father; for from those farms he used regularly to receive two talents of silver yearly; there’s an instance, how superior one man is to another.
Dem. Two talents, pray?
Naus. Aye, and when things were much worse, two talents even.
Dem. Whew!
Naus. What! does this seem surprising?
Dem. Of course it does.
Naus. I wish I had been born a man; I’d have shown——
Dem. That I’m quite sure of.