TRA. (_apart_). Now, faith, I am clearly undone in an everlasting way! The Banker's here who found the money with which his mistress was bought. The matter's all out, unless I meet him a bit beforehand, so that the old man may not at present come to know of this. I'll go meet him. But (_seeing_ THEUROPIDES) I wonder why he has so soon betaken himself homeward _again_. I'm afraid that he has heard something about this affair. I'll meet him, and accost him. But how dreadfully frightened I am! Nothing is more wretched than the mind of a man with a _guilty_ conscience, such as possesses myself. But however this matter turns out, I'll proceed to perplex it still further: so does this affair require. _Enter_ THEUROPIDES. TRA. (_accosting him_). Whence come you? THEU. I met that person from whom I bought this house. TRA. Did you tell him anything about that which I was telling you? THEU. I' faith, I certainly told him everything. TRA. (_aside_). Woe to unfortunate me! I'm afraid that my schemes are everlastingly undone! THEU. What is it you are saying to yourself? TRA. Why nothing. But tell me, prithee, did you _really_ tell him? THEU. I told him everything in its order, I tell you. TRA. Does he, then, confess about the guest? THEU. Why no; he utterly denies it. TRA. Does he deny it? THEU. Do you ask me again? I should tell you if he had confessed it. What now are you of opinion ought to be done? TRA. What is my opinion? By my troth, I beg of you, appoint an arbitrator together with him; but take you care that you appoint one who will believe me; you'll overcome him as easily as a fox eats a pear [1] BAN. (_to himself_). But see, here's Tranio, the servant of Philolaches, _people_ who pay me neither interest nor principal on my money. (_Goes towards_ TRANIO, _who steps forward to meet him._) THEU. (_to_ TRANIO). Whither are you betaking yourself? TRA. I'm going no whither. (_Aside._) For sure, I am a wretch, a rascal, one born with all the Gods my foes! He'll now be accosting me in the old man's presence. Assuredly, I am a wretched man; in such a fashion both this way and that do they find business for me. But I'll make haste and accost him. (_Moves towards the_ BANKER.) BAN. (_apart_). He's coming towards me. I'm all right; I've some hopes of my money; he's smiling. TRA. (_to himself_). The fellow's deceived. (_To the_ BANKER.) I heartily bid you hail, my _friend_ Saturides [2]. BAN. And hail to you. What about the money? TRA. Be off with you, will you, you brute. Directly you come, you commence the attack [3] against me. BAN. (_apart_). This fellow's empty-handed. TRA. (_overhearing him_). This fellow's surely a conjurer. BAN. But why don't you put an end to this trifling? TRA. Tell me, then, what it is you want. BAN. Where is Philolaches? TRA. You never could have met me more opportunely than you have met me. BAN. How's that? TRA. (_taking him aside_). Step this way. BAN. (_aloud_). Why isn't the money repaid me?