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SCENE IV.

Enter CYLINDRUS.
Erot.
Take the hand-basket; and, d'ye mind? here are
Three pieces for you,—you have hold of them.

Cyl.
I have.

Ero.
Go to the market and provide
Enough for three; now let there be sufficient,
And nought to spare.

Cyl.
What kind of guests, pray, are they?

Ero.
I, and Menæchmus, and his parasite.

Cyl.
Nay, there are ten then;—for the parasite
Will lay about him equal to eight men.

Erot.
I've told you what's the number of our guests:
You will provide accordingly.

Cyl.
I warrant.
'Tis drest already: you've but to sit down.

Ero.
You'll come back quickly.

Cyl.
I'll be here this instant.