AR. Very smart!
No wonder such a wit delights the Captain!
But hold! I see my master's younger son
Coming this way. I wonder much he should
Desert Piraeus, where he's now on guard.
'Tis not for nothing. All in haste he comes,
And seems to look about.

[Changes:

SCENE II.
_Labeled SCENE III in 1768 edition (see end of Scene I)._

_All quotation marks in this scene are supplied from the
1768 edition._

_Harper_
He was in a most wretched trim; his looks
_Colman 1768_
Seeing him in a wretched trim; his looks

But mine's a new profession; I the first
_Harper edition prints "But mine 's" with anomalous spacing_

_Harper_
(Who once did profit and still profit by me,)
_Colman 1768_
(Who, while my means were ample, profited,
And, tho' now wasted, profit by me still,)]

SCENE III.

_Enter CHAEREA; PARMENO behind._

CHAER. Undone! undone!
The Girl is lost; I know not where she is,
Nor where I am: ah, whither shall I trace?
Where seek? of whom inquire? or which way turn?
I'm all uncertain; but have one hope still:
Where'er she is, she can not long lie hid.
Oh charming face! all others from my memory
Hence I blot out. Away with common beauties!

PAR. So, here's the other! and he mutters too
I know not what of love. Oh what a poor
Unfortunate old man their father is!
As for this stripling, if he once begin,
His brother's is but jest and children's play
To his mad fury.

CHAER. Twice ten thousand curses
Seize the old wretch, who kept me back to-day;
And me for staying! with a fellow too
I did not care a farthing for!--But see!
Yonder stands Parmeno.--Good-day!

PAR. How now?
Wherefore so sad? and why this hurry, Chaerea?
Whence come you?

CHAER. I? I can not tell, i'faith,
Whence I am come, or whither I am going,
I've so entirely lost myself.

PAR. And why?

CHAER. I am in love.

PAR. Oh brave!

CHAER. Now, Parmeno,
Now you may show what kind of man you are.
You know you've often told me; "Chaerea,
Find something out to set your heart upon,
And mark how I will serve you!" yes, you know
You've often said so, when I scrap'd together
All the provisions for you at my father's.

PAR. Away, you trifler!

CHAER. Nay, in faith, it's true:
Now make your promise good! and in a cause
Worthy the utmost reachings of your soul:
A girl! my Parmeno, not like our misses;
Whose mothers try to keep their shoulders down,
And bind their bosoms, that their sh