Philolaches owes this person a little.
THEU. How much?
TRA. About forty minae.
BAN. (_to_ THEUROPIDES). Really, don't think much of that; it's a
trifle, in fact.
TRA. Don't you hear him? Troth now, prithee, doesn't he seem just suited
to be a Banker--a generation that's most roguish?
THEU. I don't care, just now, for that, who he is _or_ whence he
is; this I want to be told me, this I very much wish to know--I heard
from him that there was interest owing on the money as well.
TRA. Forty-four minae are due to him. Say that you'll pay it, that he
may be off.
THEU. I, say that I'll pay it?
TRA. Do say so.
THEU. What, I?
TRA. You yourself. Do only say so. Do be guided by me. Do promise. Come
now, I say; I beg of you.
THEU. Answer me; what has been done with this money?
TRA. It's safe.
THEU. Pay it yourselves then, if it's safe.
TRA. Your son has bought a house.
THEU. A house?
TRA. A house.
THEU. Bravo! Philolaches is taking after his father! The fellow now
turns to merchandize. A house, say you?
TRA. A house, I tell you. But do you know of what sort?
THEU. How can I know?
TRA. Out with you!
THEU. What's the matter?
TRA. Don't ask me _that_.
THEU. But why so?
TRA. Bright as a mirror, pure brilliancy _itself_.
THEU. Excellently done, upon my faith! Well, how much did he agree to
give for it?
TRA.
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