SYRUS. This instant you shall have it, Bacchis. BACCH. When you please; I don't press you. SYRUS. But d'ye know What you're to do? BACCH. Why, what? SYRUS. You must go over, You and your equipage, to Menedemus. BACCH. What are you at now, sauce-box? SYRUS. Coining money For your use, Bacchis. BACCH. Do you think to play Your jests on me? SYRUS. No; this is downright earnest. BACCH. Are you the person I'm to deal with? SYRUS. No. But there I'll pay the money. BACCH. Let us go then! SYRUS. Follow her there.----Ho, Dromo! [Changes: _Harper_ Didst note the villa of Charinus, which That fellow just now show'd us? PHRY. I did, Madam. BACCH. The next house on the right hand. PHRY. I remember. _Colman 1768_ Did you observe the villa of Charinus, Which yonder fellow shew'd us? PHRY. I did, Madam. BACCH. The next upon the right. PHRY. I recollect. _Harper_ Detain'd by force; but that I'll find some means _Colman 1768_ Detain'd by force; but I'll devise some means _Harper_ SYRUS. The money's ready. BACCH. Then I stay. SYRUS. This instant you shall have it, Bacchis. _Colman 1768_ SYRUS. The money's ready for you BACCH. Oh! then I stay. SYRUS. You shall be paid directly. _Harper_ But there I'll pay the money. _Colman 1768_ But 'twill secure your money.] SCENE IV. _Enter DROMO._ DROMO. Who calls? SYRUS. Syrus. DROMO. Your pleasure! What's the matter now? SYRUS. Conduct All Bacchis' maids to your house instantly. DROMO. Why so? SYRUS. No questions: let them carry over All they brought hither. Our old gentleman Will think himself reliev'd from much expense By their departure. Troth, he little knows With how much loss this small gain threatens him. If you're wise, Dromo, know not what you know. DROMO. I'm dumb. (_Exit DROMO, with BACCHIS' servants and baggage, into the house of MENEDEMUS._ SCENE V. _After which, enter CHREMES._ CHREM. (_to himself_). 'Fore Heav'n, I pity Menedemus. His case is lamentable: to maintain That jade and all her harlot family! Although I know for some few days to come He will not feel it; so exceedingly He long'd to have his son: but when he sees Such monstrous household riot and expense Continue daily, without end or measure, He'll wish his son away from him again. But yonder's Syrus in good time. (_Seeing SYRUS._) SYRUS. I'll to him. (_Aside._) CHREM. Syrus! SYRUS. Who's there? (_Turning about._) CHREM. What now? SYRUS. The very man! I have been wishing for you this long time. CHREM. You seem to've been at work with the old man. SYRUS. What! at our plot? No sooner said than done. CHREM. Indeed! SYRUS. Indeed. CHREM. I can't forbear to stroke Your head for it. Good lad! come nearer, Syrus! I'll do thee some good turn for this. I will, I promise you. (_Patting his head._) SYRUS. Ah, if you did but know How luckily it came into my head! CHREM. Pshaw, are you vain of your good luck?