Crysus. Why, if thou wilt give nothing, no bodie will give thee.
Diog. I want nothing till the springs drie and the earth perish.
Crysus. I gather for the gods. 50
Diog. And I care not for those gods which want money.
Crysus. Thou art not a right[882] Cynick, that wilt give nothing.
Diog. Thou art not, that wilt begge any thing.
Crysus [crossing to Alexander]. Alexander! King Alexander! Give a poore Cynick a groat.[883] 55
Alex. It is not for a king to give a groat.
Crysus. Then give me a talent.[884]
Alex. It is not for a begger to aske a talent. Away!