THEU. What person? PHA. Our master. Prithee, how often must I tell you?
THEU. There's no one living here my lad; for I do think that you are a decent lad.
PHA. Doesn't a young gentleman called Philolaches live in this house?
SER. (aside). This old fellow's crack-brained, surely.
PHA. You are entirely mistaken, respected sir {1}; for unless he moved from here to-day or yesterday, I know for certain that he's living here.
THEU. Why, no one has been living here for these six months past.
SER. You are dreaming. THEU. What, I?
SER. You. THEU. Don't you be impertinent. Let me speak to the lad. (Pointing to PHANISCUS.)
PHA. No one lives there? O dear—
THEU. It's the fact.