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SCENE X.
Enter CRITO.Crito.
In this street
They say that Chrysis liv'd: who rather chose
To heap up riches here by wanton ways,
Than to live poor and honestly at home:
She dead, her fortune comes by law to me.
But I see persons to enquire of. [goes up.]
Save you!
Mysis.
Good now, who's that I see? is it not Crito,
Chrysis's Kinsman? Ay, the very same.
Crito.
O Mysis, save you!
Mysis.
Save you, Crito!
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Chrysis
Is then—ha?
Mysis.
Ay, she has left us, poor souls!
Crito.
And ye; how go ye on here?—pretty well?
Mysis.
We?—as we can, as the old saying goes,
When as we would we cannot.
Crito.
And Glycerium,
Has she found out her parents?
Mysis.
Wou'd she had!
Crito.
Not yet! an ill wind blew me hither then.
For truly, had I been appriz'd of that,
I'd ne'er have set foot here: For this Glycerium
Was always call'd and thought to be her sister.
What Chrysis left, She takes possession of:
And now for me, a stranger, to commence
A law-suit here, how good and wise it were,
Other examples teach me. She, I warrant,
Has got her some gallant too, some defender:
For she was growing up a jolly girl
When first she journied hither. They will cry
That I'm a petty-fogger, fortune-hunter,
A beggar.—And besides it were not well
To leave her in distress.
Mysis.
Good soul! Troth, Crito,
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Crito.
Well, since I am arriv'd here, bring me to her,
That I may see her.
Mysis.
Ay, with all my heart.
Davus.
I will in with them: for I wou'd not chuse
That our old gentleman should see me now.
[Exeunt.
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