Chapter 105

_SANNIO alone._

Oh Jupiter! I do not wonder now That men run mad with injuries. He drags me Out of my own house; cudgels me most soundly; And carries off my slave against my will: And after this ill-treatment, he demands The Music-Girl to be made over to him At the same price I bought her.--He has pour'd His blows upon me, thick as hail; for which, Since he deserves so nobly at my hands, He should no doubt be gratified.--Nay, nay, Let me but touch the cash, I'm still content. But this I guess will be the case: as soon As I shall have agreed to take his price, He'll produce witnesses immediately, To prove that I have sold her--And the money Will be mere moonshine.--"By-and-by."--"To-morrow." --Yet I could bear that too, although much wrong, Might I but get the money after all: For thus it is, friend Sannio; when a man Has taken up this trade, he must receive, And pocket the affronts of young gallants. --But nobody will pay me, and I draw Conclusions to no purpose.