Well, now, Mikyllos, should you like to fall heir to all this, along with the wealth of Eukrates?

Heaven forbid, Cock. I would rather starve. Farewell to gold and dinners! I call five cents a better fortune than to be robbed by your servants.

But for this time we must go home, for day is already beginning to break. You shall see the rest another time, Mikyllos.