ome folks say, the sky should fall!

CLIN. Still I'm afraid.

SYRUS. Afraid indeed, as if
It was not in your pow'r, whene'er you pleas'd,
To clear yourself, and tell the whole affair.

CLIN. Well, well, let Bacchis be brought over then!

SYRUS. Well said; and here she comes.

[Changes:

_Harper_
SYRUS. I heard it? Aye:
_Colman 1768_
SYRUS. Undoubtedly.]

SCENE III.

_Enter BACCHIS, PHRYGIA, etc., at another part of the stage._

BACCH. Upon my life,
This Syrus with his golden promises
Has fool'd me hither charmingly! Ten minae
He gave me full assurance of: but if
He now deceives me, come whene'er he will,
Canting and fawning to allure me hither,
It shall be all in vain; I will not stir.
Or when I have agreed, and fix'd a time,
Of which he shall have giv'n his master notice,
And Clitipho is all agog with hope,
I'll fairly jilt them both, and not come near them;
And master Syrus' back shall smart for it.

CLIN. She promises you very fair.

SYRUS. D'ye think
She jests? She'll do it, if I don't take heed.

BACCH. They sleep: i' faith, I'll rouse them. Hark ye, Phrygia,
Didst note the villa of Charinus, which
That fellow just now show'd us? (_Aloud._)

PHRY. I did, Madam.

BACCH. The next house on the right hand. (_Aloud._)

PHRY. I remember.

BACCH. Run thither quickly: for the Captain spends
The Dionysia there. (_Aloud._)

SYRUS (_behind_). What means she now?

BACCH. Tell him I'm here; and sore against my will,
Detain'd by force; but that I'll find some means
To slip away and come to him. (_Aloud._)

SYRUS. Confusion!-- (_Comes forward._)
Stay, Bacchis, Bacchis! where d'ye send that girl?
Bid her stop!

BACCH. Go! (_To PHRYGIA._)

SYRUS. The money's ready.

BACCH. Then
I stay. (_PHRYGIA returns._)

SYRUS. This instant you shall have it, Bacchis.

BACCH. When you please; I don't press you.

SYRUS. But d'ye know
What you're to do?

BACCH. Why, what?

SYRUS. You must go over,
You and your equipage, to Menedemus.

BACCH. What are you at now, sauce-box?

SYRUS. Coining money
For your use, Bacchis.

BACCH. Do you think to play
Your jests on me?

SYRUS. No; this is downright earnest.

BACCH. Are you the person I'm to deal with?

SYRUS. No.
But there I'll pay the money.

BACCH. Let us go then!

SYRUS. Follow her there.----Ho, Dromo!

[Changes:

_Harper_
Didst note the villa of Charinus, which
That fellow just now show'd us?
PHRY