en.
DEM. Go to: we'll do you justice.
HEGIO. 'Twill become you.
Geta, conduct me in to Sostrata. (_Exit with GETA._
[Changes:
_Harper_
HEGIO. Good Heaven! a most unworthy action, Geta!
GETA. Ev'n so.
HEGIO. A deed so base
Sprung from that family?--Oh AEschinus,
I'm sure this was not acting like your father.
DEM. So! he has heard about this Music-Girl,
_Colman 1768_
HEGIO. Can it be true?
GETA. Ev'n so.
HEGIO. A deed so base
Sprung from that family?--Oh AEschinus,
This was not acting like your father.
DEM. So!
He has just heard about this Musick-Girl,
_Harper_
HEGIO. Unless they do what's just
_Colman 1768_
HEGIO. Unless they do you justice
_Harper_
The good old Simulus, on his death-bed
_Colman 1768_
On his death-bed, the good old Simulus
_Harper_
HEGIO. AEschinus, your elder son,
Adopted by your brother, has committed
_Colman 1768_
HEGIO. AEschinus, your elder son,
Your brother's by adoption, has committed
HEGIO. Ha! Is she then in labor, _Geta_?
_"Geta" italicized in Harper edition_]
SCENE VII.
_DEMEA alone._
This is no more than I foretold: and well
If his intemp'rance would stop _here!_--But this
Immoderate indulgence must produce
Some terrible misfortune in the end.
--I'll hence, find out my brother, tell my news,
And empty all my indignation on him. (_Exit._
SCENE VIII.
_Re-enter HEGIO, speaking to SOSTRATA at the door._
Be of good cheer, my Sostrata; and comfort,
As much as in your pow'r, poor Pamphila!
I'll find out Micio, if he's at the Forum,
And tell him the whole story: if he'll act
With honor in it, why 'tis well; if not,
Let him but speak his mind to me, and then
I shall know how to act accordingly. (_Exit._
ACT THE FOURTH.
SCENE I.
_CTESIPHO, SYRUS._
CTES. My father gone into the country, say you?
SYRUS. Long since.
CTES. Nay; speak the truth!
SYRUS. He's at his farm,
And hard at work, I warrant you.
CTES. I wish,
So that his health were not the worse for it,
He might so heartily fatigue himself,
As to be forc'd to keep his bed these three days!
SYRUS. I wish so too; and more, if possible.
CTES. With all my heart: for I would fain consume,
As I've begun, the livelong day in pleasure.
Nor do I hate that farm of ours so much
For any thing, as that it is so near.
For if 'twas at a greater distance, night
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