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Enter CHREMES, somewhat drunk.
Heyday! upon my faith, I've been bamboozled: the wine that I've drunk has got the upper hand. But, so long as I was reclining, how extremely sober I did seem to myself to be; when I got up, neither feet nor senses were quite equal to their duty. PYTHIAS
turning round. Who's that? What, Pythias; dear me, how much more charming you now seem to me than a short time since! PYTHIAS
Troth now, you are much more merry, that's certain. CHREMES
Upon my faith, it is a true saying, that "Venus grows cold without Ceres and Bacchus." But has Thais got here long before me? PYTHIAS
Has she already come away from the Captain's? CHREMES
A long time ago; an age since. There has been a most violent quarrel between them. PYTHIAS
Did she say nothing about you following her? CHREMES
Nothing at all; only, on going away, she gave me a nod. PYTHIAS
Well now, wasn't that enough? CHREMES
Why, I didn't know that she meant that, until the Captain gave me an explanation, because I was dull of comprehension; for he bundled me out of the house. But look, here she is; I wonder how it was I got here before her.
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