Scene VI

Enter Chremes tipsy.

Chrem. So! so!—I’m in for’t—and the wine I’ve drank

Has made me reel again.—Yet while I sat,

How sober I suppos’d myself!—But I

No sooner rose, than neither foot, nor head,

Knew their own business!

Pyth. Chremes!

Chrem. Who’s that?—Ha!

Pythias!—How much more handsome you seem now,

Than you appear’d a little while ago!

Pyth. I’m sure you seem a good deal merrier.

Chrem. I’faith it’s an old saying, and a true one,

“Ceres and Bacchus are warm friends of Venus.”

—But, pray, has Thais been here long before me?

Pyth. Has she yet left the Captain’s?

Chrem. Long time since:

An age ago. They’ve had a bloody quarrel.

Pyth. Did not she bid you follow her?

Chrem. Not she:

Only she made a sign to me at parting.

Pyth. Well, wasn’t that enough?

Chrem. No, faith! I never

At all conceiv’d her meaning, till the Captain

Chrem. No, faith! I did not

At all conceive her meaning, till the Captain Gave me the hint, and kick’d me out o’ doors!

—But here she is! I wonder how it was,

I overtook her!