Out, thou vile bargain!
Dor. Dear Sir! (Crying.)
Phæd. See the wretch!
What a wry mouth he makes!—Come, what’s the meaning
Of your returning? and your change of dress?
What answer, Sirrah!—If I had delay’d
A minute longer, Pythias, I had miss’d him,
He was equipp’d so bravely for his flight.
Pyth. What, have you got the rogue?
Phæd. I warrant you.