Remain in life to come.—But is there not
Some curious impertinent to come
Across me now, and murder me with questions?
—To ask, why I’m so flutter’d? why so joyful?
Whither I’m going? whence I came? from whence
Whither I’m going? whence I came? and where
I got this habit? what I’m looking after?
Whether I’m in my senses? or stark mad?
Anti. I’ll go myself, and do that kindness to him.
Chærea, (advancing,) what’s all this flutter? what’s this dress?