The scandal, infamy, intrigue, and blame,
All due to me, has drawn upon himself!
What could exceed it?—But who’s there?—The door
Creaks on the hinges. (Offering to go off.)
Syrus. Hold! ’tis Æschinus.
[ SCENE V.]
Enter Æschinus.
Æsch. Where is that rascal?
San. (behind.) He inquires for me.
Has he brought out the cash with him?—Confusion!