Æsch. I think it admirable.
Dem. ’Tis much better
Than for a poor soul, sick, and lying-in,
To be conducted through the street.
Æsch. I never
Saw any thing concerted better, Sir.
Dem. ’Tis just my way.—But here comes Micio.
[ SCENE V.]
Enter Micio.
Micio (at entering.) My brother order it, d’ye say? where is he?