You are the daughter of a man who begs and I am the daughter of one who bestows alms. your father chants praises of others and my father's praises are chanted. Your father lives on alms, my father bestows them. O beggar's girl, you are free to strike your breast, to use harsh words, to vow enmity to me and to give way to your wrath. O beggarly woman, you weep in vain. You cannot harm me, though I can harm you. You desire to quarrel with me, but I do not at all consider you as my equal.