Phry. I did, Madam.
Bacch. The next house on the right hand. (Aloud.)
Phry. I remember.
Bacch. Run thither quickly: for the Captain spends
The Dionysia there. (Aloud.)
Syrus (behind). What means she now?
Bacch. Tell him I’m here; and sore against my will,
Detain’d by force; but I’ll devise some means
Detain’d by force; but that I’ll find some means
To slip away and come to him. (Aloud.)