Chrem. I’m going into the country.
Pyth. Do, there’s a dear sir.
Chrem. I can not, I tell you.
Pyth. Then stay here at our house till she comes back.
Chrem. Nothing less likely.
Pyth. Why, my dear Chremes? (Taking hold of him.)
Chrem. (shaking her off.) Away to perdition with you!
Pyth. If you are so determined about it, pray do step over to the place where she is.
Chrem. I’ll go there.
Pyth. (calling at the door.) Here, Dorias (Dorias enters), show this person directly to the Captain’s.