Geta. He talk’d of a great talent.
Dem. Plague on the rascal! what! has he no shame?
Geta. The very thing I said to him.—“Suppose
He was to portion out an only daughter,
What could he give her more?—He profits little,
Having no daughter of his own; since one
Is found to carry off a fortune from him.”
—But to be brief, and not to dwell upon
All his impertinences, he at last
Gave me this final answer.—“From the first,