Aristippus. Dictum sapienti sat est: friend Carisophus, shall I forget that thing?
No, I warrant you: though I say little to your face,
I will lay on with my mouth for you to Dionysius,[55] when I am in place.
[Aside] If I speak one word for such a knave, hang me.
[Exit.
Carisophus. Our fine philosopher, our trim learned elf,
Is gone to see as false a spy as himself.
Damon smatters as well as he of crafty philosophy,
And can turn cat in the pan[56] very prettily:
But Carisophus hath given him such a mighty check,