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SCENE I.
Enter PARDALISCA.PARDALISCA.
In troth I think that neither at Nemea,
Olympia, nor elsewhere, were e'er exhibited
Such pleasant games as we have had within
With our old gentleman and our Olympio.
The house is all in motion—The old man
Making a bawling in the kitchen, and
Urging the cooks—What is it you're about
All day?—Why don't you serve us something up?
If you have any thing to serve, be quick;
The supper ought to have been quite ready now—
Then here on t'other side, Olympio;
A wreath upon his head, and cloath'd in white,
Strutting about like some one of importance.
And then the women in the bed-chamber,
Dressing Chalinus up in women's cloaths,
To make him pass for Casina; and give him
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They very cleverly dissemble, and
Conceal from him how this affair's to end—
Mean time the cooks are worthily employ'd,
Ingeniously contrive, and do their utmost
To hinder the old gentleman from supping—
They throw the pots down, and upon the fire
Pour water—This is done at the request
Of our two mistresses, whose wish it is
To turn the old man out of doors, without
His supper, that they may be left alone
To stuff themselves; for I well know them both
For gluttons; and that when they have to eat
They gormandize. But some one opes the door.
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