Dam. Mercy is not for him! He shall never smooth a chin or fabricate a lie again. Come hither, Cyane: take off thy scarlet slipper, girl, and beat him till he confesses.
Cya. Good Damasippus, do not be thus moved by a slave!
Get. Slave, quotha? I beg no mercy, I! Mercury forbid! I will speak out, and be gagged for no man. What now, master of the whip and wheel, do you dream that you are in the company of your cattle, where lash and blow are law? I do most cordially hate thee; and I tell thee, moreover, that if thou comest, braving it and bullying it with loud tongue and long rapier, I have here a stout flagon of Saguntum, which has made flaws in heads of stouter manufacture, and——
Dam. Why, thou foul-mouthed blasphemer of greatness!
Get. Thou impotent imitator of buffoons!
Dam. Thou idol of cobblers!
Get. Thou scorn of nobility!
Mar. Syr. Cya. In the name of the gods, Damasippus! Jove! there will be a goodly tumult!
Messenger [without.] What, Syrinx—Syrinx, I say!
Syr. See now, if the Prætor be not here with a force![Pg 266]