No wonder such a wit delights the Captain!
But hold! I see my master’s younger son
Coming this way. I wonder much he should
Desert Piræus, where he’s now on guard.
’Tis not for nothing. All in haste he comes,
And seems to look about.
[ SCENE III.]
Enter Chærea; Parmeno behind.
Chær. Undone! undone!
The Girl is lost; I know not where she is,