I beat
The truth out of you, rascal?--have you seen
My brother Chaerea? (_Aloud, and beating him._)

DOR. No, Sir! (_Crying._)

PHAED. So! I see
He won't confess without a beating.--This way! (_Apart._) Now
He owns it; now denies it.--Ask my pardon! (_Apart._)

DOR. Beseech you, Sir, forgive me!

PHAED. Get you gone. (_Kicking him._)
Oh me! oh dear! (_Exit, howling._

PHAED. (_aside_). I had no other way
To come off handsomely.--We're all undone.
--D'ye think to play your tricks on me, you rascal?
(_Aloud, and Exit after DORUS._

[Changes:

_Harper_
PHAED. How did you know then that he was my brother?
_Colman 1768_
PHAED. How did you know he was my brother then?]

SCENE V.

_Manent PYTHIAS and DORIAS._

PYTH. As sure as I'm alive, this is a trick
Of Parmeno's.

DORI. No doubt on't.

PYTH. I'll devise
Some means to-day to fit him for't.--But now
What would you have me do?

DORI. About the girl!

PYTH. Aye; shall I tell; or keep the matter secret?

DORI. Troth, if you're wise you know not what you know,
Nor of the Eunuch, nor the ravishment:
So shall you clear yourself of all this trouble,
And do a kindness to our mistress too.
Say nothing, but that Dorus is gone off.

PYTH. I'll do so.

DORI. Prithee is not Chremes yonder?
Thais will soon be here.

PYTH. How so?

DORI. Because
When I came thence, a quarrel was abroach
Among them.

PYTH. Carry in the jewels, Dorias.
Meanwhile I'll learn of Chremes what has happen'd.
(_Exit DORIAS._

SCENE VI.

_Enter CHREMES tipsy._

CHREM. So! so!--I'm in for't--and the wine I've drank
Has made me reel again.--Yet while I sat,
How sober I suppos'd myself!--But I
No sooner rose, than neither foot, nor head,
Knew their own business!

PYTH. Chremes!

CHREM. Who's that?--Ha!
Pythias!--How much more handsome you seem now,
Than you appear'd a little while ago!

PYTH. I'm sure you seem a good deal merrier.

CHREM. I'faith it's an old saying, and a true one,
"Ceres and Bacchus are warm friends of Venus."
--But, pray, has Thais been here long before me?

PYTH. Has she yet left the Captain's?

CHREM. Long time since:
An age ago. They've had a bloody quarrel.

PYTH. Did not she bid you follow her?

CHREM. Not she:
Only she made a sign to me at parting.

PYTH. Well, wasn't that enough?

CHREM. No, faith! I did not
At all conceive her meaning, till the Captain
Gave me the hint, and kick'd me out o' doors!
--Bu