love him? bear him in my bosom!
Ah! his great kindness has so wrought upon me,
That it shall be the study of my life
To shun all follies, lest they give him pain.
--But I'll in straight, that I may not retard
My marriage by my own delay. (_Exit._

[Changes:

_Harper_
--But I'll in straight, that I may not retard
My marriage by my own delay.
_Colman 1768_
But wherefore do I loiter here, and thus
Retard my marriage by my own delay?

SCENE VIII.

_DEMEA alone._

I'm tir'd
With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus;
You and your blind directions! I have crawl'd
All the town over: to the gate; the pond;
Where not? No sign of any shop was there,
Nor any person who had seen my brother.
--Now I'll in, therefore, and set up my rest
In his own house, till he comes home again. (_Going._

[Changes:

_Harper_
I'm tir'd
With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus;
_Colman 1768_
I've walk'd, and walk'd, till I'm quite tir'd with walking.
--Almighty Jove confound you, Syrus, I say;]

SCENE IX.

_Enter MICIO._

MICIO. I'll go and let the women know we're ready.

DEM. But here he is.--I have long sought you, Micio.

MICIO. What now?

DEM. I bring you more offenses: great ones;
Of that sweet youth----

MICIO. See there!

DEM. New; capital!

MICIO. Nay, nay, no more!

DEM. Ah, you don't know----

MICIO. I do.

DEM. O fool, you think I mean the Music-Girl.
This is a rape upon a citizen.

MICIO. I know it.

DEM. How? d'ye know it, and endure it?

MICIO. Why not endure it?

DEM. Tell me, don't you rave?
Don't you go mad?

MICIO. No: to be sure I'd rather----

DEM. There's a child born.

MICIO. Heav'n bless it!

DEM. And the girl
Has nothing.

MICIO. I have heard so.

DEM. And is he
To marry her without a fortune?

MICIO. Aye.

DEM. What's to be done then?

MICIO. What the case requires.
The girl shall be brought over here.

DEM. Oh Jove!
Can that be proper?

MICIO. What can I do else?

DEM. What can you do!--If you're not really griev'd,
It were at least your duty to appear so.

MICIO. I have contracted the young woman to him:
The thing is settled: 'tis their wedding-day:
And all their apprehensions I've remov'd.
This is still more my duty.

DEM. Are you pleas'd then
With this adventure, Micio?

MICIO. Not at all,
If I could help it: now 'tis past all cure,
I bear it patiently. The life of man
Is like a