And humor’d the young gentleman, he would not
Have paid you back again with interest?
San. I never purchase hope with ready money.
Syrus. Away! you’ll never thrive. You do not know
How to ensnare men, Sannio.
San. Well, perhaps,
Your way were best: yet I was ne’er so crafty
But I had rather, when ’twas in my power,
Receive prompt payment.
Syrus. Pshaw! I know your spirit: