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Scen. 2.

Enter Dauus out of Glyceriums house.
Dau.
I will you now rest quiet—

Chr.
See, here's Dauus.

Sim.
Whence comes he?

Dau.
Through my furthrance and this guests.

Sim.
What new mischiefe?

Dau.
Man, time, comming fitter, I neuer saw.

Sim.
Who ist, the roague so praises?

Dau.
All's now secure.

Sim.
Cease I to speake to him?

Dau.
My Master! what's my course?

Dau.
Oh Simo, oh our Chremes,
All things are now in readinesse within.

Sim.
Th'hast lookt too't well.

Dau.
When you please, send for her.

Sim.
Tis very well; but that course now here failes vs.
But may I know, what thou hadst there to doe?

Dau.
I Sir.

Sim.
I, Sir.

Dau.
Me meane you?

Sim.
Yes, meane thee.

Dau.
I went in but now—

Sim.
As if I ask't thee, when?

Dau.
Together with your sonne.

Sim.
Is my sonne there?
I wretch am set o'th racke. Diddst not hangman
Tell me, they were at deadly oddes together?

Dau.
They are.

Sim.
What does he there then?

Chr.
Hee? what thinkst?
I warrant railing at her.

Dau.
Nay but Chremes
Ile tell you now of a strange accident.
I know not what old man is newly come,
Note him, a man both confident and wise;
When you shall see him, you'l much value him.
A graue austerity rests on his face;
And in his words dwell faith.

Sim.
What newes bring'st thou?

Dau.
No other, then I heard that man report.

Sim.
And what doo's he report?

Dau.
That he doo's know
Glycerium here, a free Athenian borne.

Sim.
Hoe Dromo, Dromo.

Enter Dromo.
Dro.
What's the matter?

Sim.
Dromo.

Dau.
Heare me.

Sim.
If thou speakest one word more—Dromo.

Dau.
I doe beseech you heare me.

Dro.
What would y'haue?

Sim.
Hoist in this fellow here, hence speedily.

Dro.
Whom?

Sim.
Dauus.

Dau.
Why?

Sim.
For it is my pleasure.
Away with him I say.

Dau.
What haue I done?

Sim.
In with him.

Dau.
If you shall finde I haue ly'de
In any thing, then kill me.

Sim.
Ile heare nothing.
Ile streightway put thee into motion.

Dau.
Though that I said the truth?

Sim.
Though—see you
He be kept bound; and heare you, bound all foure.
Ile shew thee, what tis to abuse a Master,
If I but liue this day: and teach the other
What tis to crosse a father.

Exit Dromo with Dauus.
Chr.
Oh, I pray you rage not so much.

Sim.
Chremes doost not, seeing
How vnkindely he deales with me, pittie me?
That I should toyle and care for such a sonne?
But Pamphilus you, come you out Pamphilus:
Doth any shame possesse thee?