Ar’n’t you asham’d of such base treachery?
Dorio. Not I, while I can get by’t.
Geta. Scavenger!
Phæd. Is this just dealing, Dorio?
Dorio. ’Tis my way:
So, if you like me, use me.
Ant. Can you deceive him thus?
Dorio. Nay, Antipho,
’Tis he deceives me: he was well aware
What kind of man I was, but I believ’d