Syrus. I wish so too; and more, if possible.
Ctes. With all my heart: for I would fain consume,
As I’ve begun, the livelong day in pleasure.
Nor do I hate that farm of ours so much
For any thing, as that it is so near.
For if ’twas at a greater distance, night
Would come upon him ere he could return.
But now, not finding me, I’m very sure
He’ll hobble back again immediately;
Question me where I’ve been, that I’ve not seen him