nuch.
LACHES. He for the Eunuch!
PAR. Yes: since when, within
They've seiz'd and bound him for a ravisher.
LACHES. Confusion!
PAR. See the impudence of harlots!
LACHES. Is there aught else of evil or misfortune
You have not told me yet?
PAR. You know the whole.
LACHES. Then why do I delay to rush in on them?
(_Exit._
PAR. There is no doubt but I shall smart for this.
But since I was oblig'd to 't, I rejoice
That I shall make these strumpets suffer too:
For our old gentleman has long desir'd
Some cause to punish them; and now he has it.
[Changes:
_Harper_
--But is not that our Parmeno? 'Tis he
For certain.--Whom d'ye wait for, Parmeno
_Colman 1768_
--But is not that our Parmeno? 'Tis he.
Parmeno, who is it you're waiting for
_Harper_
PAR. First, Sir, I'd have you think, for so it is
_Colman 1768_
PAR. First be persuaded, Sir,--for that's the case
_Harper_
--Phaedria, Sir, bought a certain Eunuch, as
A present to send her.
LACHES. Her!--Her! whom?
PAR. Thais.
_Colman 1768_
--Phaedria lately bought a certain Eunuch
By way of present to this gentlewoman.
LACHES. What gentlewoman, sirrah?
PAR. Madam Thais.
_Harper_
Has he stol'n into town? More plagues on plagues.
_Colman 1768_
Is he in town? misfortune on misfortune!
LACHES. Confusion!
_1768 edition has question mark_]
SCENE VII.
_Enter PYTHIAS; PARMENO at a distance._
PYTH. Well! I was ne'er more pleas'd in all my life
Than when I saw th' old man come blund'ring in.
I had the jest alone; for I alone
Knew what he was afraid of.
PAR. Hey! what now?
PYTH. I'm now come forth t' encounter Parmeno.
Where is he?
PAR. She seeks me.
PYTH. Oh, there he is.
I'll go up to him.
PAR. Well, fool, what's the matter? (_PYTHIAS laughs._)
What would you? what d'ye laugh at? Hey! what still?
PYTH. Oh, I shall die: I'm horribly fatigu'd
With laughing at you. (_Laughing heartily._)
PAR. Why so? pray!
PYTH. Why so? (_Laughing._)
I ne'er saw, ne'er shall see, a greater fool.
Oh, it's impossible to tell what sport
You've made within.--I swear, I always thought
That you had been a shrewd, sharp, cunning fellow.
What! to believe directly what I told you!
Or was you prick'd in conscience for the sin
The young man had committed through your means,
That you must after tell his father of
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