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SCENE VI.
Enter EUTYCHUS.Eut.
Hold, hold, Charinus!
Cha.
Who calls?
Eut.
Eutychus.
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Cha.
Ah! you don't know the griefs I labour under.
Eut.
I do: from our door I have heard it all.
I know the whole affair.
Cha.
What is't you know?
Eut.
Your father means to sell—
Cha.
You're right.
Eut.
Your mistress—
Cha.
You're but too well inform'd.
Eut.
Against your will.
Cha.
You know too much: but how did you discover
She was my mistress?
Eut.
You acquainted me
Yourself but yesterday.
Cha.
I had forgot it.
Eut.
No wonder.
Cha.
Come, instruct me, Eutychus;
Tell me, which way I shall destroy myself.
Eut.
Peace! never talk thus!
Cha.
What then shall I talk of?
Eut.
Shall I impose upon your father?
Cha.
Ay;
With all my heart.
Eut.
And shall I to the Port?
Cha.
On wings, if possible.
Eut.
And buy the girl?
Cha.
Ay; with her weight in gold.
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But where's the gold?
Cha.
I'll beg Achilles to lend Hector's ransom.
Eut.
You're mad.
Cha.
True: were I in my perfect mind,
I should not ask your help, as my physician.
Eut.
Shall I pay down whatever price he asks?
Cha.
More than he asks; a thousand pieces more.
Eut.
Peace; and consider where you'll get the money,
When you're to settle with your father.
Cha.
Somewhere;
Anywhere; something shall be thought of.
Eut.
Pshaw!
I am afraid that something will be nothing.
Cha.
Can't you be silent?
Eut.
I am dumb.
Cha.
But are you
Sufficiently instructed?
Eut.
Prithee think
Of something else.
Cha.
It is impossible.
Eut.
Farewell!
Cha.
I can't fare well, till you return.
Eut.
Pity, you're mad!
Cha.
Go, thrive, and save my life!
Eut.
I'll do it: do you wait for me at home!
Cha.
And you return with speed, and bring the spoil!
[Exeunt severally.
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