PHILO. (apart). Too long have I withheld my hand. (Coming forward.) What are you about here?
PHILE. I'm decking myself out to please you.
PHILO. You are dressed enough. (To SCAPHA.) Go you hence indoors, and take away this finery. (SCAPHA goes into the house.) But, my delight, my Philematium, I have a mind to regale together with you.
PHILE. And, i' faith, so I have with you; for what you have a mind to, the same have I a mind to, my delight.
PHILO. Ha! at twenty minae that expression were cheap.
PHILE. Give me ten, there's a dear; I wish to let you have that expression bought a bargain.
PHILO. You've already got ten minae with you; or reckon up the account: thirty minae I gave for your freedom—
PHILE. Why reproach me with that?
PHILO. What, I reproach you with it? Why, I had rather that I myself were reproached with it; no money whatever for this long time have I ever laid out equally well.
PHILE. Surely, in loving you, I never could have better employed my pains.