Scene VIII

Demea alone.

I’ve walk’d, and walk’d, till I’m quite tir’d with walking.

—Almighty Jove confound you, Syrus, I say;

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.