SYRUS alone. He's gone—gone in—and faith no welcome roarer—
—Especially to Ctesipho.—But what
Can I do now; unless till this blows over,
I sneak into some corner, and sleep off
This wine that lies upon my head?—I'll do't.
[Exit reeling.
Comissatorem haud sane commodum. The chief beauty lies in the word Comissator, which signified one who came to join a jovial party, bursting in upon them unexpectedly with much noise and clamour.
Donatus. Dacier.