I was mistaken--You must go quite back
Into the portico; and after all,
This is the nearest and the safest way.
--D'ye know Cratinus' house? the rich man?

DEM. Aye.

SYRUS. When you've pass'd that, turn short upon the left.
Keep straight along that street, and when you reach
Diana's Temple, turn upon the right.
And then, on this side of the city gate,
Just by the pond, there is a baker's shop,
And opposite a joiner's.--There he is.

DEM. What business has he there?

SYRUS. He has bespoke
Some tables to be made with oaken legs
To stand the sun.

DEM. For you to drink upon.
Oh brave! But I lose time. I'll after him.
(_Exit hastily._

[Changes:

_Harper_
SYRUS. Go up that street; keep straight along: and then
_Colman 1768_
SYRUS. Go straight along that street: and at the end]

SCENE III.

_SYRUS alone._

Aye, go your ways! I'll work your old shrunk shanks
As you deserve, old Drybones!--AEschinus
Loiters intolerably. Dinner's spoil'd.
Ctesipho thinks of nothing but his girl.
'Tis time for me to look to myself too.
Faith, then I'll in immediately; pick out
All the tid-bits, and tossing off my cups,
In lazy leisure lengthen out the day. (_Exit._

SCENE IV.

_Enter MICIO and HEGIO._

MICIO. I can see nothing in this matter, Hegio,
Wherein I merit so much commendation.
'Tis but my duty, to redress the wrongs
That we have caus'd: unless perhaps you took me
For one of those who, having injur'd you,
Term fair expostulation an affront;
And having first offended, are the first
To turn accusers.--I've not acted thus:
And is't for this that I am thank'd?

HEGIO. Ah, no;
I never thought you other than you are.
But let me beg you, Micio, go with me
To the young woman's mother, and repeat
Yourself to her what you have just told me:
--That the suspicion, fall'n on AEschinus,
Sprung from his brother and the Music-Girl.

MICIO. If you believe I ought, or think it needful,
Let's go!

HEGIO. 'Tis very kind in you: for thus
You'll raise her spirit drooping with the load
Of grief and misery, and have perform'd
Ev'ry good office of benevolence.
But if you like it not, I'll go myself,
And tell her the whole story.

MICIO. No, I'll go.

HEGIO. 'Tis good and tender in your nature, Micio.
For they, whose fortunes are less prosperous,
Are all I know not how, the more suspicious;
And think themselves neglected and contemn'd,
Because of their distress and povert