E’en halve the matter: and he shall contrive
To scrape together by some means ten minæ.
San. Alas, alas! am I in danger then
Of losing ev’n my very principal?
Shame on him! he has loosen’d all my teeth:
My head is swell’d all over like a mushroom:
And will he cheat me too?—I’m going nowhere.
Syrus. Just as you please.—Have you aught else to say
Before I go?
San. Yes, one word, prithee Syrus!