Syrus alone.
Aye, go your ways! I'll work your old shrunk shanks As you deserve, old Drybones! - Æschinus 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.