’Twas all my orders.
Ant. Knave, d’ye shuffle with me? (Kicks him.)
Geta. Plague! what d’ye mean?
Ant. What do I mean, Sirrah!
You’ve driven me to absolute perdition.
All pow’rs of heav’n and hell confound you for’t,
And make you an example to all villains!
—Here! would you have your business duly manag’d,
Commit it to this fellow!—What could be
More tender than to touch upon this sore,