Diog. Manes, thou knowest the last day[834] I threw away my dish, to drinke in my hand, because it was superfluous;[835] now I am determined to put away my man and serve my selfe, quia non egeo tui vel te. 180
Manes. Master, you know a while agoe I ran away; so doe I meane to doe againe, quia scio tibi non esse argentum.
Diog. I know I have no money, neither will I[836] have ever a man, for I was resolved long sithence to put away both my slaves,—money and Manes. 185
Manes. So was I determined to shake off[837] both my dogges,—hunger and Diogenes.
Psyllus. O sweet consent[838] betweene a crowde[839] and a Jewes harpe!
Gran. Come, let us reconcile them.
Psyllus. It shall not neede, for this is their use: now doe they 190 dine one upon another.
Exit Diogenes.
Gran. [coming forward with Psyllus]. How now, Manes, art thou gone from thy master?
Manes. No, I did but now binde my selfe to him.