Nor can you fear she’ll e’er grow fond of him;
And you may drive him hence whene’er you please.
Phæd. What shall we do? (To Chærea.)
Gnat. Moreover this; the which
I hold no trifle, no man entertains
More nobly or more freely.
Phæd. I begin
To think we’ve need of such a fool.
Chær. And I.
Gnat. Well judg’d! and let me beg one favor more;