Syrus. I know where he is:
But I’ll not tell.
Dem. How, Sirrah?
Syrus. Even so.
Dem. I’ll break your head.
Syrus. I can not tell the name
Of him he’s gone to, but I know the place.
Dem. Well, where’s the place?
Syrus. D’ye know the Portico
Just by the market, down this way? (Pointing.)