Dry, covetous, curmudgeon to his father:
Our neighbor here; d’ye know him?—Yet, as if
He did not roll in riches, his poor son
Was forc’d to run away for very want.
D’ye know this story?
Chrem. Do I know it? Aye.
A scoundrel! should be horse-whipp’d.
Syrus. Who?
Chrem. That slave
Of Clinia’s——