se to such a height of praise
But your deservings will outtop me still:
For in this point I am supremely bless'd,
That none can boast so excellent a brother,
So rich in all good qualities, as I.

SYRUS (_coming forward_). O Ctesipho!

CTES. (_turning round_). O Syrus! where's my brother?

SYRUS. At home, where he expects you.

CTES. Ha! (_Joyfully._)

SYRUS. What now!

CTES. What now?--By his assistance I live, Syrus.
Ah, he's a friend indeed! who disregarding
All his own interests for my advantage,
The scandal, infamy, intrigue, and blame,
All due to me, has drawn upon himself!
What could exceed it?--But who's there?--The door
Creaks on the hinges. (_Offering to go off._)

SYRUS. Hold! 'tis AEschinus.

SCENE V.

_Enter AESCHINUS._

AESCH. Where is that rascal?

SAN. (_behind._) He inquires for me.
Has he brought out the cash with him?--Confusion!
I see none.

AESCH. (_to CTESIPHO_). Ha! well met: I long'd to see you
How is it, Ctesipho? All's safe. Away
With melancholy!

CTES. Melancholy! I
Be melancholy, who have such a brother?
Oh my dear AEschinus! thou best of brothers,
--Ah, I'm asham'd to praise you to your face,
Lest it appear to come from flattery,
Rather than gratitude.

AESCH. Away, you fool!
As if we did not know each other, Ctesipho.
It only grieves me, we so lately knew this,
When things were almost come to such a pass,
That all the world, had they desir'd to do it,
Could not assist you.

CTES. 'Twas my modesty.

AESCH. Pshaw! it was folly, and not modesty.
For such a trifle, almost fly your country?
Heaven forbid it!--fie, fie, Ctesipho!

CTES. I've been to blame.

AESCH. Well, what says Sannio?

SYRUS. He's pacified at last.

AESCH. I'll to the Forum,
And pay him off.--You, Ctesipho, go in
To the poor girl.

SAN. Now urge the matter, Syrus! (_Apart to SYRUS._)

SYRUS. Let's go; for Sannio wants to be at Cyprus.

SAN. Not in such haste: though truly I have no cause
To loiter here.

SYRUS. You shall be paid: ne'er fear!

SAN. But all?

SYRUS. Yes, all: so hold your tongue, and follow!

SAN. I will. (_Exit after AESCHINUS--SYRUS going._

CTES. Hist! hark ye, Syrus!

SYRUS (_turning back._) Well, what now?

CTES. For Heaven's sake discharge that scurvy fellow
Immediately; for fear, if further urg'd,
This tale should reach my father's ears: and then
I am undone forever.

SYRUS. It sha'n't be.
Be of good courage! meanwhile, get you in,
And entertai