Syrus. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness
Had well-nigh been my ruin.
Clit. Would it had!
For you deserv’d it richly.
Syrus. How! deserv’d it?
I’faith I’m glad I heard you say so much
Before you touch’d the cash, that I was just
About to give you.
Syrus. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness
Had well-nigh ruin’d me.