Part 58 (2/2)

PHRY. I remember.

BACCH. Run thither quickly: for the Captain spends The Dionysia there. (_Aloud._)

SYRUS (_behind_). What means she now?

BACCH. Tell him I'm here; and sore against my will, Detain'd by force; but that I'll find some means To slip away and come to him. (_Aloud._)

SYRUS. Confusion!-- (_Comes forward._) Stay, Bacchis, Bacchis! where d'ye send that girl?

Bid her stop!

BACCH. Go! (_To PHRYGIA._)

SYRUS. The money's ready.

BACCH. Then I stay. (_PHRYGIA returns._)

SYRUS. This instant you shall have it, Bacchis.

BACCH. When you please; I don't press you.

SYRUS. But d'ye know What you're to do?

BACCH. Why, what?

SYRUS. You must go over, You and your equipage, to Menedemus.

BACCH. What are you at now, sauce-box?

SYRUS. Coining money For your use, Bacchis.

BACCH. Do you think to play Your jests on me?

SYRUS. No; this is downright earnest.

BACCH. Are you the person I'm to deal with?

SYRUS. No.

But there I'll pay the money.

BACCH. Let us go then!

SYRUS. Follow her there.----Ho, Dromo!

[Changes:

_Harper_ Didst note the villa of Charinus, which That fellow just now show'd us?

PHRY. I did, Madam.

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