Scene III

Pythias, Chremes, Sophrona.

Pyth. What can I think of? what can I devise?

Some trick now to be even with that rogue

Who palm’d this young spark on us.

Chrem. (leading the nurse). Nay, but stir

Your stumps a little faster, nurse!

Soph. I come.

Chrem. Aye, marry; but you don’t come on a jot.

Pyth. Well! have you shown the tokens to the nurse?

Chrem. I have.

Pyth. And pray what says she? Did she know them?

Chrem. At first sight.

Pyth. Oh brave news! I’m glad to hear it;

For I’ve a kindness for the girl. Go in;

My mistress is impatient for your coming.

Exeunt Chremes and Sophrona.

See, yonder’s my good master Parmeno,

Marching this way: How unconcern’d, forsooth,

He stalks along!—But I’ve devis’d, I hope,

The means to vex him sorely.—First I’ll in,

To know the truth of this discovery,

And then return to terrify this rascal.

Exit.