Ages. (very proudly).My name’s Agesimos!
Mim. And has Agesimos a master then,
To bid him fetch and carry—come and go—
And wield a whip to thrash him if he don’t?
What’s the world coming to!
Ages.Poor purblind fool!
I’d sooner tie the sandals of my lord,
Than own five hundred thousand such as you.
Whip! why Agesimos would rather far
Be whipped by Chrysos seven times a day,