It would be handsome to advance him something
To try his fortune with. He’ll soon return it.
Micio. Not that. (Snapping his fingers.)
Æsch. He’s honest.
Syrus. Faith I will return it.
Do but advance it.
Æsch. Do, Sir!
Micio. Well, I’ll think on’t.
Dem. I’ll see that he shall do’t. (To Syrus.)
Syrus. Thou best of men!