Par. I’m undone! Wretch that I am! what have I done? (Chærea pushes him along.) Whither are you pushing me? You’ll throw me down presently. I entreat you, be quiet.
Chæ. Let’s be off. (Pushes him.)
Par. Do you still persist?
Chæ. I am resolved upon it.
Par. Only take care that this isn’t too rash a project.
Chæ. Certainly it isn’t; let me alone for that.
Par. Aye, but I shall have to pay the penalty[60] for this?
Chæ. Pshaw!
Par. We shall be guilty of a disgraceful action.
Chæ. What, is it disgraceful[61] to be taken to the house of a Courtesan, and to return the compliment upon those tormentors who treat us and our youthful age so scornfully, and who are always tormenting us in every way;—to dupe them just as we are duped by them? Or is it right and proper that in preference my father should be wheedled out of his money by deceitful pretexts? Those who knew of this would blame me; while all would think the other a meritorious act.