Now for its price. Let’s see—what will it weigh?
Daph. A ton, or thereabouts.
Chry.Suppose we say
A thousand drachmas?
Pyg.No, no, no, my lord!
The work is very crude and thin, and then
Remember, sir, the scumbling—
Chry.Damnable!
But never mind, although the thing is poor,
’Twill serve to hold a candle in my hall.