Syrus (behind). Ridiculous! he says he knows all first;
And he alone is ignorant of all.
Dem. I’m now return’d to see if Micio
Be yet come home again.
Ctes. (peeping out). Take care,good Syrus, He don’t rush in upon us unawares! Syrus. Peace! I’ll take care. | (Apart.) | |
Ctes. ’Faith, I’ll not trust to you, But shut myself and her in some by-place Together: that’s the safest. Syrus. Well, away! (Ctesipho disappears.) I’ll drive the old man hence, I warrant you. |
Dem. (seeing Syrus). But see that rascal Syrus coming hither!
Syrus (advancing hastily, and pretending not to see Demea).
By Hercules, there is no living here,
For any one, at this rate.—I’d fain know
How many masters I’m to have.—Oh monstrous!