SYRUS. D'ye know the Portico Just by the market, down this way? (_Pointing._) DEM. I do. SYRUS. Go up that street; keep straight along: and then You'll see a hill; go straight down that: and then On this hand, there's a chapel; and just by A narrow lane. (_Pointing._) DEM. Where? (_Looking._) SYRUS. There; by the great wild fig-tree. D'ye know it, Sir? DEM. I do. SYRUS. Go through that lane. DEM. That lane's no thoroughfare. SYRUS. Aye, very true: No more it is, Sir.--What a fool I am! I was mistaken--You must go quite back Into the portico; and after all, This is the nearest and the safest way. --D'ye know Cratinus' house? the rich man? DEM. Aye. SYRUS. When you've pass'd that, turn short upon the left. Keep straight along that street, and when you reach Diana's Temple, turn upon the right. And then, on this side of the city gate, Just by the pond, there is a baker's shop, And opposite a joiner's.--There he is. DEM. What business has he there? SYRUS. He has bespoke Some tables to be made with oaken legs To stand the sun. DEM. For you to drink upon. Oh brave! But I lose time. I'll after him. (_Exit hastily._ [Changes: _Harper_ SYRUS. Go up that street; keep straight along: and then _Colman 1768_ SYRUS. Go straight along that street: and at the end] SCENE III. _SYRUS alone._ Aye, go your ways! I'll work your old shrunk shanks As you deserve, old Drybones!--AEschinus Loiters intolerably. Dinner's spoil'd. Ctesipho thinks of nothing but his girl. 'Tis time for me to look to myself too. Faith, then I'll in immediately; pick out All the tid-bits, and tossing off my cups, In lazy leisure lengthen out the day. (_Exit._ SCENE IV. _Enter MICIO and HEGIO._ MICIO. I can see nothing in this matter, Hegio, Wherein I merit so much commendation. 'Tis but my duty, to redress the wrongs That we have caus'd: unless perhaps you took me For one of those who, having injur'd you, Term fair expostulation an affront; And having first offended, are the first To turn accusers.--I've not acted thus: And is't for this that I am thank'd? HEGIO. Ah, no; I never thought you other than you are. But let me beg you, Micio, go with me To the young woman's mother, and repeat Yourself to her what you have just told me: --That the suspicion, fall'n on AEschinus, Sprung from his brother and the Music-Girl. MICIO. If you believe I ought, or think it needful, Let's go! HEGIO. 'Tis very kind in you: for thus You'll raise her spirit drooping with the load Of grief and misery, and have perform'd Ev'ry good office of benevolence. But if you like it not, I'll go myself, And tell her the whole story. MICIO. No, I'll go.