Dromo. Here! hark ye, Syrus!
Ctesipho begs that you’d come back.
Syrus. Away! (Pushes him off.)
Dem. What’s this he says of Ctesipho?
Syrus. Pshaw! nothing.
Dem. How! dog, is Ctesipho within?
Syrus. Not he.
Dem. Why does he name him then?
Syrus. It is another.
Of the same name—a little parasite——