THEU. (to TRANIO). Whither are you betaking yourself?
TRA. I'm going no whither. (Aside.) For sure, I am a wretch, a rascal, one born with all the Gods my foes! He'll now be accosting me in the old man's presence. Assuredly, I am a wretched man; in such a fashion both this way and that do they find business for me. But I'll make haste and accost him. (Moves towards the BANKER.)
BAN. (apart). He's coming towards me. I'm all right; I've some hopes of my money; he's smiling.
TRA. (to himself). The fellow's deceived. (To the BANKER.) I heartily bid you hail, my friend Saturides {2}.
BAN. And hail to you. What about the money?
TRA. Be off with you, will you, you brute. Directly you come, you commence the attack {3} against me.
BAN. (apart). This fellow's empty-handed.
TRA. (overhearing him). This fellow's surely a conjurer.
BAN. But why don't you put an end to this trifling?
TRA. Tell me, then, what it is you want.