—Oh! yonder’s my old master, just return’d
To town. Shall I tell him, or no?—I’ faith
I’ll tell him, though I am well convinc’d it will
Bring me into a scrape; a heavy one: And yet
It must be done to help poor Chærea.
Pyth. Right.
I’ll in again; and you, in the mean while,
Tell the old gentleman the whole affair.
Exit.