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Micyllus
The worm! what a life! I wish all my enemies such wealth as his, I°ll just lend him a box on the ear, and then I am ready.
Simon
Who was that? Some one struck me! Ah! I am robbed!
Micyllus
Whine away, Simon, and sit up of nights till you are as yellow as the gold you clutch.—I should like to go to Gniphon the usurer’s next; it is quite close... . Again the door opens. to us.
Cock
He is sitting up too, look. It is an anxious time with him; he is reckoning his interest. His fingers ate worn to the bone. Presently he will have to leave all this, and become a cockroach, or a gnat, or a bluebottle.
Micyllus
Senseless brute! it will hardly be a change for the worse. He, like Simon, is pretty well thinned down by his calculations, Let us try some one else.
Cock
What about your friend Eucrates? See, the door stands open; let us go in.
Micyllus
An hour ago, all this was mine!
Cock
Still the golden dream!—Look at the hoary old reprobate: with one of his own slaves!
Micyllus
Monstrous! And his wife is not much better; she takes her paramour from the kitchen.
Cock
Well? Is the inheritance to your liking? will you have i it all?
Micyllus
I will starve first. Good-bye to gold and high living. Preserve me from my own servants, and I will call myself rich on twopence-halfpenny.
Cock
Well, well, we must be getting home; see, it is just dawn, The rest must wait for another day.
