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SCENE VII.
Enter severally SYRA and EUTYCHUS.Syr.
Her father, whom my mistress sent me to,
Is not at home; nay, not in town, they say:
And I'm returning to her with this answer.
Eut.
(at a distance)
I'm tir'd of hunting the whole city through
In chace of this same girl, and all in vain.
—But sure my mother must be come to town;
For I see Syra standing at our door.
Syra!
Syr.
Who's there? who calls?
Eut.
Your master, nurse.
Syr.
(turning)
What, my young master? Heav'n bless my child!
Eut.
Inform me, is my mother come to town?
Syr.
Ay, marry, is she; and by great good luck,
Both for herself, and all the family.
Eut.
Why, what's the matter then?
Syr.
Your sweet papa
Has brought a wench into the house.
Eut.
A wench?
Syr.
Ay: madam came to town, and found her there.
Eut.
Aha, old gentleman! I ne'er suspected,
You were addicted to such pranks as these.
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Syr.
Ay.
Eut.
Follow me.
[Exit.
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