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AMPHITRYON. 81
A C T V.
Gripus, Phaedra.
Gripus has the goblet in his hand.
Phacd. AT’Ou will not be fo bale to take it from
K me?
i Grip. 'Tis my proper chattel: and I’ll feize my
iown, in whatever hands I find it.
! Pbaed. You know I only Ihow’d it you to pro-
|voke your generofity, that you might out bid your
rival with a better prefent.
Grip. My rival is a thief; and I’ll indite you for
a receiver of ftollen goods.
| Phaed. Thou hide-bound lover!
I Grip. Thou very mercenary miftrefs!
Phaed. Thou mod mercenary magiflrate !
\ Grip. Thou feller of thyfelf!
Phaed. Thou feller of other people : thou wea-
i ther-cock of government: that when the wind
blows for the fubjeft, point’d to privilege; and
rwhen it changes for the fovereign, veers to prero¬
gative.
I Grip. Will you compound, and take it as my
prefent!
Phaed. No: but I’ll fend thy rival to force it
; from thee.
Grip. When a thief is rival to his judge, the
fcangman will foon decide the difference.
[Exit Phaedra.
Enter Mercury, ’with two /words.
i Merc. Bowing.'} Save your good lordfhip.
! Grip. From an impertinent coxcomb : I am out
©f humour, and am in hade : leave me.
Mere*