Syrus. First then, that you may be appris’d of all,
Th’ old woman, thought her mother, was not so:
That beldam also is deceas’d; for this
I overheard her, as we came along,
Telling the other.
Clit. Other! who? what other?
Syrus. Let me but finish what I have begun,
And I shall come to that.
Clit. Dispatch then.
Syrus. First,