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 100 HEAUTONTIMORUMENOS. Act IV. Sc. 3.

Cli. Ah! but a day. Yet there is one thing more,

What if his father finds it out —

Syr. What if —

What if — what if the heavens fall?

Cli. I fear.

Syr. You fear! and how to extricate our necks

I fain to learn — go to, and tell the truth.

Cli. Go, go, and bring me Bacchis!

Syr. Good, here she is.

ACT IV. — Scene 3. — Bacchis — Clinia — Syrus — Dromo — Phrygia.

Bac. Pol! now, but Syrus has bamboozled me,

With promise unperformed of thousand drachmas.

It happens once, but shall not happen twice,

The next time that he sues — 'twill be my turn,

I will promise and not keep it: and your back

My clever Syrus shall bear my revenge.

Cli. Hear you her promises?

Syr. Think you she jokes?

It is no joke she meditates.

Bac. They sleep,

They sleep, but Pol! I will arouse them up,

My Phrygia, hark ye. Do you recollect

The dwelling of Charinus.

Phr. Yes, I remember.

Bac. Next to our. right hand neighbour.

Phr. I remember.

Bac. Go in a trice: there dwells a captain, keeping

This Dionysia,

Syr. How now? how now?