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Enter DROMO in haste, from the house of MICIO.
Halloo, Syrus! Ctesipho desires you'll come back. SYRUS
Get you gone. Pushes him back into the house. DEMEA
What is it he says about Ctesipho? SYRUS
How now, you hang-dog, is Ctesipho in the house? SYRUS
He is not. DEMEA
Then why does he mention him? SYRUS
It's another person; a little diminutive Parasite. Don't you know him? DEMEA
I will know him before long. Going to the door. SYRUS
stopping him. What are you about? Whither are you going? DEMEA
struggling. Let me alone. SYRUS
holding him. Don't, I tell you. DEMEA
Won't you keep your hands off, whip-scoundrel? Or would you like me to knock your brains out this instant ? Rushes into the house. SYRUS
He's gone! no very pleasant boon-companion, upon my faith, particularly to Ctesipho. What am I to do now ? Why, even get into some corner till this tempest is lulled, and sleep off this drop of wine. That's my plan. Goes into the house, staggering.
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