Syrus. Go through that lane.
Dem. That lane’s no thoroughfare.
Syrus. Aye, very true:
No more it is, Sir.—What a fool I am!
I was mistaken—You must go quite back
Into the portico; and after all,
This is the nearest and the safest way.
—D’ye know Cratinus’ house? the rich man?
Dem. Aye.
Syrus. When you’ve pass’d that, turn short upon the left.