PYTH. Right.
I'll in again; and you, in the mean while,
Tell the old gentleman the whole affair. (_Exit._

[Changes:

_Harper_
Who ever saw a young man seiz'd and bound
For rapes and lewdness in a house of harlots?
_Colman 1768_
Who ever saw a young man seiz'd by force,
And punish'd for adultery in a brothel?

_Harper_
To do him violence!--But why don't I
Rush in myself?
PYTH. Ah! take care, Parmeno
_Colman 1768_
To do him any violence!--But why
Don't I rush in myself?
PYTH. Ah! have a care

_Harper_
PAR. What shall I do then, wretch? what undertake?
--Oh! yonder's my old master, just return'd
To town. Shall I tell him, or no?--I' faith
I'll tell him, though I am well convinc'd it will
Bring me into a scrape; a heavy one: And yet
_Colman 1768_
PAR. What shall I do then? what resolve? Confusion!
--Oh! yonder's my old master, just return'd
To town. Shall I tell _him_ of it, or no?
I'll tell him, tho' I am well convinc'd, the blame
Will light on me, and heavily: And yet]

SCENE VI.

_Enter LACHES._

LACHES. I've this convenience from my neighb'ring villa;
I'm never tir'd of country or of town.
For as disgust comes on, I change my place.
--But is not that our Parmeno? 'Tis he
For certain.--Whom d'ye wait for, Parmeno,
Before that door?

PAR. Who's that? Oh, Sir! you're welcome:
I'm glad to see you safe return'd to town.

LACHES. Whom do you wait for?

PAR. I'm undone: my tongue
Cleaves to my mouth through fear.

LACHES. Ha! what's the matter?
Why do you tremble so? Is all right? Speak!

PAR. First, Sir, I'd have you think, for so it is,
Whatever has befall'n has not befall'n
Through any fault of mine.

LACHES. What is't?

PAR. That's true.
Your pardon, Sir, I should have told that first.
--Phaedria, Sir, bought a certain Eunuch, as
A present to send her.

LACHES. Her!--Her! whom?

PAR. Thais.

LACHES. Bought? I'm undone! at what price?

PAR. Twenty Minae.

LACHES. I'm ruin'd.

PAR. And then Chaerea's fall'n in love
With a young music-girl.

LACHES. How! what! in love!
Knows he already what a harlot is?
Has he stol'n into town? More plagues on plagues.

PAR. Nay, Sir! don't look on me! it was not done
By my advice.

LACHES. Leave prating of yourself.
As for you, rascal, if I live--But first
Whatever has befallen, tell me, quick!

PAR. Chaerea was carried thither for the Eu