Syrus. Who’s there (seeing Chremes). Undone if he has overheard me. (Aside.)
Chrem. Syrus.
Syrus. Sir!
Chrem. What now?
Syrus. Nothing.—But I wonder
To see you up so early in the morning,
Who drank so freely yesterday.
Chrem. Not much.
Syrus. Not much? You have, Sir, as the proverb goes,
The old age of an eagle.