Chr. I’ll tell you. When they saw me at your gate, coming out,
They thought most naturally that I was you.
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Men.I see.
Chr. I did not undeceive them.
Men.They thought that you were me?
Chr. They did.
Men. I have little doubt but that they are revellers,
Who knowing what you, Chremes, would call my folly, came
To play some practical joke. They said they were Persians?