There is no wife I’d rather take than her.”
Ant. (behind). Whether through malice or stupidity,
He is rank knave or fool, I can not tell.
Dem. (to Geta). What, if he owes his soul?
Geta. “I have a farm,”
Continued he, “that’s mortgag’d for ten minæ.”
Dem. Well, let him take her then: I’ll pay the money.
Geta. "A house for ten more.”
Dem. Huy! huy! that’s too much.
Chrem. No noise! demand those ten of me.