Dem. I’m thinking where to look for him.
Syr. I know where he is—but I shall not tell you at present.
Dem. Ha! what’s that you say?
Syr. I do say so.
Dem. Then I’ll break your head for you this instant.
Syr. I can’t tell the person’s name he’s gone to, but I know the place where he lives.
Dem. Tell me the place then.
Syr. Do you know the portico down this way, just by the shambles? (Pointing in the direction.)
Dem. How should I but know it?
Syr. Go straight along, right up that street; when you come there, there is a descent right opposite that goes downward, go straight down that; afterward, on this side (extending one hand), there is a chapel: close by it is a narrow lane, where there’s also a great wild fig-tree.