Dem. What does he howl for? what’s the meaning on’t?
Hark ye, my good Sir! prithee tell me if
My brother be at home.
Syrus. My good Sir! Plague!
Why do you come with your good Sirs to me?
I’m half-kill’d.
Dem. What’s the matter?
Syrus. What’s the matter!
Ctesipho, vengeance on him, fell upon me,
And cudgel’d me and the poor Music-Girl