o a deed like this?--Undone! undone!

PHAED. What this may be, I dread.

PYTH. And then the villain,
After he had abused the virgin, tore
The poor girl's clothes, and dragg'd her by the hair.

PHAED. How's this!

PYTH. Who, were he now within my reach,
How could I fly upon the vagabond,
And tear the villain's eyes out with my nails?

PHAED. What tumult's this, arisen in my absence?
I'll go and ask her.-- (_Going up._) What's the matter, Pythias?
Why thus disturb'd? and whom is it you seek?

PYTH. Whom do I seek? Away, Sir Phaedria!
You and your gifts together!

PHAED. What's the matter?

PYTH. The matter, Sir! the Eunuch, that you sent us,
Has made fine work here! the young virgin, whom
The Captain gave my mistress, he has ravish'd.

PHAED. Ravish'd? How say you?

PYTH. Ruin'd, and undone!

PHAED. You're drunk.

PYTH. Would those who wish me ill were so!

DORI. Ah Pythias! what strange prodigy is this?

PHAED. You're mad: how could an Eunuch----

PYTH. I don't know
Or who, or what he was.--What he has done,
The thing itself declares.----The virgin weeps,
Nor, when you ask what ails her, dare she tell.
But he, good man, is nowhere to be found:
And I fear too, that when he stole away,
He carried something off.

PHAED. I can't conceive
Whither the rascal can have flown, unless
He to our house, perhaps, slunk back again.

PYTH. See now, I pray you, if he has.

PHAED. I will. (_Exit._

DORI. Good lack! so strange a thing I never heard.

PYTH. I've heard, that they lov'd women mightily
But could do nothing; yet I never thought on't:
For if I had, I'd have confin'd him close
In some by-place, nor trusted the girl to him.

SCENE IV.

_Re-enter PHAEDRIA, with DORUS the Eunuch, in CHAEREA'S clothes._

PHAED. Out, rascal, out!--What are you resty, Sirrah?
Out, thou vile bargain!

DOR. Dear Sir! (_Crying._)

PHAED. See the wretch!
What a wry mouth he makes!--Come, what's the meaning
Of your returning? and your change of dress?
What answer, Sirrah!--If I had delay'd
A minute longer, Pythias, I had miss'd him,
He was equipp'd so bravely for his flight.

PYTH. What, have you got the rogue?

PHAED. I warrant you.

PYTH. Well done! well done!

DORI. Aye, marry, very well.

PYTH. Where is he?

PHAED. Don't you see him?

PYTH. See him? whom?

PHAED. This fellow, to be sure.

PYTH. This man! who is he?

PHAED. He that was carried to your house to-day.

PYTH. None of our peopl