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.