Par. What’s this, impertinence?
Was it a lie you told me? D’ye laugh still?
Is’t such a jest to make fools of us, hag?
Pyth. Delightful! (Laughing.)
Par. If you don’t pay dearly for it!——
Pyth. Perhaps so. (Laughing.)
Par. I’ll return it.
Pyth. Oh, no doubt on’t. (Laughing.)
But what you threaten, Parmeno, is distant:
You’ll be truss’d up to-day; who first draw in