PHA. (not turning round). Don't be annoying to me.
SER. Do see how scornful the monkey is!
PHA. I am so for myself; I choose to be. Why do you trouble yourself about it? (Walking on.)
SER. Are you going to stop this instant, you dirty parasite? PHA. (turning round). How am I a parasite?
SER. Why, I'll tell you: you can be drawn anywhere by victuals. Do you give yourself airs, because your master's so fond of you?
PHA. (rubbing his eyes). O dear, my eyes do ache {5}.
SER. Why so?
PHA. Because the smoke's so troublesome.
SER. Hold your tongue, will you, you clever workman, who are in the habit of coining money out of lead {6}.
PHA. You cannot compel me to be abusive to you. My master knows me.