Why then d’ye contradict me, simpleton?
Sostra. Not know?
Chrem. Well, well, you know: I grant it, rather
Than hear your idle story o’er again.
Sostra. Ah, ’tis unjust in you to ask my silence
In such a thing as this.
Chrem. I do not ask it.
Speak if you will: I’ll do it ne’ertheless.
Sostra. Will you?
Chrem. I will.