Phry. I remember.
Bacch. (aloud) Run thither post-haste; the Captain is keeping the feast of Bacchus[86] at his house.
Syr. (apart.) What is she going to be at?
Bacch. (aloud.) Tell him I am here very much against my inclination, and am detained; but that by some means or other I’ll give them the slip and come to him.
Phrygia moves.
Syr. (coming forward.) Upon my faith, I’m ruined! Bacchis, stay, stay; prithee, where are you sending her? Order her to stop.
Bacch. (to Phrygia.) Be off.
Syr. Why, the money’s ready.
Bacch. Why, then I’ll stay.
Phrygia returns.