I crave nothing of Dionysius, but only his spoil:
Little hath he about him, but a few motheaten crowns of gold,
Cha pouch’d them up already, they are sure in hold:
And now I go into the city, to say sooth,
To see what he hath at his lodging to make up my mouth.[54]
Aristippus. My Carisophus, you have done good service, But what is the spy’s name?
Carisophus. He is called Damon, born in Greece, from whence lately he came.
Aristippus. By my troth, I will go see him, and speak with him too, if I may.
Carisophus. Do so, I pray you; but yet by the way,
As occasion serveth, commend my service to the king.