Micio. See there!
Dem. New; capital!
Micio. Nay, nay, no more!
Dem. Ah, you don’t know——
Micio. I do.
Dem. O fool, you think I mean the Music-Girl.
This is a rape upon a citizen.
Micio. I know it.
Dem. How? d’ye know it, and endure it?
Micio. Why not endure it?