—But where shall I inquire for him? I warrant
They have decoy’d him into some vile brothel.
That profligate persuaded him, I’m sure.
—But here comes Syrus.—I shall know from him
What is become of Ctesipho.—And yet
This rascal’s of the gang; and if he once
Perceives that I’m enquiring after him,
He’ll never tell, a villain!—I’ll take care
To cover my design.
—But here comes Syrus; he can tell me all.