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SCENE III.
PYTHIAS, CHREMES, SOPHRONA.Pyth.
What can I think of? what can I devise?
Some trick now to be even with that rogue
Who palm'd this young spark on us.
Chrem.
leading the nurse.]
Nay but stir
Your stumps a little faster, nurse!
Soph.
I come.
Chrem.
Ay, marry; but you don't come on a jot.
Pyth.
Well! have you shewn the tokens to the nurse?
Chrem.
I have.
Pyth.
And pray what says she? Did she know them?
Chrem.
At first sight.
Pyth.
Oh brave news! I'm glad to hear it;
For I've a kindness for the Girl. Go in;
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[Exeunt Chrem. and Soph.
See, yonder's my good master Parmeno,
Marching this way: How unconcern'd, forsooth,
He stalks along!—But I've devis'd, I hope,
The means to vex him sorely.—First I'll in,
To know the truth of this discovery,
And then return to terrify this rascal.
[Exit.
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