Has made me reel again.—Yet while I sat,
How sober I suppos’d myself!—But I
No sooner rose, than neither foot, nor head,
Knew their own business!
Pyth. Chremes!
Chrem. Who’s that?—Ha!
Pythias!—How much more handsome you seem now,
Than you appear’d a little while ago!
Pyth. I’m sure you seem a good deal merrier.
Chrem. I’faith it’s an old saying, and a true one,