Part 63 (2/2)

MENE. Nay, do but hear. I have A private snug apartment, a back room, Whither a bed was brought and made.

CHREM. What then?

MENE. No sooner done, than in went c.l.i.tipho.

CHREM. Alone?

MENE. Alone.

CHREM. I tremble.

MENE. Bacchis follow'd.

CHREM. Alone?

MENE. Alone.

CHREM. Undone!

MENE. No sooner in, But they made fast the door.

CHREM. Ha! And was Clinia Witness to this?

MENE. He was.--Both he and I.

CHREM. Bacchis is my son's mistress, Menedemus.

I'm ruin'd.

MENE. Why d'ye think so?

CHREM. Mine is scarce A ten-days' family.

MENE. What are you dismay'd Because he sticks so closely to his friend?

CHREM. Friend! His she-friend.

MENE. If so----

CHREM. Is that a doubt?

Is any man so courteous, and so patient, As tamely to stand by and see his mistress----

MENE. Ha, ha, ha! Why not?--That I, you know, Might be more easily impos'd upon. (_Ironically._)

CHREM. D'ye laugh at me? I'm angry with myself: And well I may. How many circ.u.mstances Conspir'd to make it gross and palpable, Had I not been a stone!--What things I saw!

Fool, fool! But by my life I'll be reveng'd: For now----

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