Dem. (behind). Look there!
A pattern of instruction!
Syrus. (seeing him). But see there:
Yonder’s old Demea. (Going up to him.) What’s the matter now?
And why so melancholy?
Dem. Oh thou villain!
Syrus. What! are you spouting sentences, old wisdom?
Dem. Were you my servant——
Syrus. You’d be plaguy rich,
And settle your affairs most wonderfully.