I’m ruined. PISTOCLERUS Won’t you hold your tongue, simpleton? MNESILOCHUS Hold my tongue? PISTOCLERUS You are not now quite right in your senses. MNESILOCHUS I’m undone. Many sharp and poignant woes are now arising in my breast. Did I not put faith in that accusation? Without any cause was I angry with you. PISTOCLERUS Come, come, do have a good heart. MNESILOCHUS Whence have it? A dead man is of more value than I am. PISTOCLERUS The Captain’s Parasite came here, just now, to fetch the gold hence. I drove the fellow away from this door and from this fair one, and packed him off through my harsh language. MNESILOCHUS But of what service is that to me? Wretch that I am, what shall I do? I have nothing; and he certainly will carry her off. PISTOCLERUS By my faith, if I had the means, I’d engage not. MNESILOCHUS I know you’d give it me; I know your ways; and were you not in love, I should now have the very greatest possible confidence in your assistance. At present, you yourself have more than enough of your own business, for me to suppose that you, who are in want yourself; are able to give me any assistance. PISTOCLERUS Do but hold your tongue: some Divinity will favour us.