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SCENE III.
SYRUSalone.
Ay, go your ways! I'll work your old shrunk shanks
As you deserve, old Drybones!—Æschinus
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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.
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