CH. (Shouting.) Here I am, Acanthio! You're looking for me, aren't you?
AC. (Still punishing the door.) I never saw such slovenly management.
CH. (Finally grabbing and shaking him.) What the deuce has got hold of you?"[130] And so in the case of practically all the servi currentes.
The opening scene of the Per. (13 ff.) between two slaves apparently unable to distinguish each other's features from opposite sides of the stage affords an opportunity for a similar species of farcical by-play. Toxilus and Sagaristio stroll slowly in from the different side-entrances, alternately soliloquizing. Suddenly, when probably fairly close, both look up and peer curiously at each other:
"TOX. (Shading his eyes with his hand.) Who's that standing over there?
SAG. Who's this standing over here?
TOX. Looks like Sagaristio.
SAG. I bet it's my friend Toxilus.
TOX. He's the fellow, all right.
SAG. That's the chap, I'm sure.