_Cnemon. Damnippus_
_Cne_. Why, 'tis the proverb fulfilled! The fawn hath taken the lion.
_Dam_. What's the matter, Cnemon?
_Cne_. The matter! I have been fooled, miserably fooled. I have passed
over all whom I should have liked to make my heirs, and left my money
to the wrong man.
_Dam_. How was that?
_Cne_. I had been speculating on the death of Hermolaus, the
millionaire. He had no children, and my attentions had been well
received by him. I thought it would be a good idea to let him know that
I had made my will in his favour, on the chance of its exciting his
emulation.
_Dam_. Yes; and Hermolaus?
_Cne_. What _his_ will was, I don't know. I died suddenly,—the roof
came down about my ears; and now Hermolaus is my heir. The pike has
swallowed hook and bait.
_Dam_. And your anglership into the bargain. The pit that you digged
for other….
_Cue_. That's about the truth of the matter, confound it.