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Enter AGORASTOCLES, from the house of LYCUS, driving out COLLYBISCUS.
Be off you, get out you, that the witnesses may see you coining out from here. Isn't this my servant? To the ASSISTANTS. COLLYBISCUS
I' faith, I really am, Agorastocles. AGORASTOCLES
How now, villanous Procurer? ADVOCATI
He, with whom you have the dispute, has made off. AGORASTOCLES
I hope he's gone hence to utter perdition. ADVOCATI
It's proper that we should wish the same. AGORASTOCLES
To-morrow I'll bring my action against the fellow. COLLYBISCUS
Anything further with me----? AGORASTOCLES
You may go; put on your own dress. COLLYBISCUS
It wasn't for nothing that I turned soldier. I made a little booty in-doors. While the household of the Procurer was asleep, I got myself well filled with the entrails. I'll be off from here in-doors. AGORASTOCLES
to the ASSISTANTS . 'Twas kindly done by you. Assistants, you have lent me your good services. To-morrow morning I beg you'll meet me at the court of justice. To COLLYBISCUS. Do you follow me in-doors. To the ASSISTANTS. To you, farewell! ADVOCATI
And you, farewell! (AGORASTOCLES goes into his house, followed by COLLYBISCUS.) This fellow wants a thing that's notoriously unfair; he thinks that we are to serve him at our own expense. But such are all these rich people of ours: if you do anything of service, their thanks are lighter than a feather; if there's any offence, they show vengeance like lead. Let's now go to our houses, if you like, forthwith, since we've effected that for which we lent our services, to ruin this corrupter of our fellow-citizens. (Exeunt.)
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