Par. Where was it you saw her?
Chær. Here in the street.
Par. And how was it you lost her?
Chær. Why it was that, which I so fumed about,
As I came hither! nor was ever man
So jilted by good fortune as myself.
Par. What mischief now?
Chær. Confounded luck.
Par. How so?
Chær. How so! d’ye know one Archidemides,