Thra. Suppose she lov’d me,
This might avail me, Gnatho!
Gnat. While she loves
The presents which you give, expecting more,
So long she loves you; and so long you may
Have pow’r to vex her. She will always fear
To make you angry, lest some other reap
The harvest, which she now enjoys alone.
Thra. You’re right: and yet I never thought of it.
Gnat. Ridiculous! because you did not turn