Now for that speech, Scapha, I'll give you some present before the day is out--and so on for a whole long scene.
Do look, my Scapha, there's a dear, whether this dress quite becomes me.
Scapha, I can never return him sufficient thanks for what he deserves of me; don't you be persuading me to esteem him less.
Come now; examine my golden trinkets and my mantle; does this quite become me, Scapha?
So may the Gods bless me, Scapha is waggish; the hussy's quite knowing.
