Megadorus. By my troth, Euclio, I perceive that you consider me a fit man for you to make sport of in my old age, for no fault of my own.
Euclio. I’ faith, Megadorus, I am not doing so, nor should I desire it were I able to.
Megadorus. Well, then, do you betroth your daughter to me?
Euclio. On those terms, and with that portion which I mentioned to you.
Megadorus. Do you promise her, then?
Euclio. I do promise her.
Megadorus. May the gods bestow their blessings on it!
Euclio. May the gods do so! Observe and remember that we’ve agreed, that my daughter is not to bring you any portion.
Megadorus. I remember it.
Euclio. But I understand in what fashion people are wont to equivocate; an agreement is no agreement, no agreement is an agreement—just as it pleases you.