Whence is it to come?CHARINUSI’ll entreat Achilles to lend me the gold with which Hector was ransomed EUTYCHUSAre you in your senses?CHARINUSI’ faith, if I were in my senses, I shouldn’t be seeking you for my physician.EUTYCHUSDo you wish her to be purchased for as high a price as he asks?CHARINUSThrow in something by way of surplus; even a thousand didrachms more than he shall demand.EUTYCHUSNow, do hold your peace. But what say you as to this? Whence will the money come, for you to give, when your father asks for it?CHARINUSIt shall be found, it shall be sought out, something shall be done. EUTYCHUSYou are worrying me to death. For I’m afraid of that Something shall be done.CHARINUSWhy won’t you hold your tongue?EUTYCHUSYou give your commands to one who is dumb.CHARINUSIs this matter sufficiently pointed out to you?EUTYCHUSCan’t you possibly be attending to something else?CHARINUSIt isn’t possible. EUTYCHUS(going.)Kindly fare you well.CHARINUSI’ faith, I cannot fare well, before you come back to me. EUTYCHUSTo better purpose, recover your senses.CHARINUSFarewell, and prevail, and be my preserver.EUTYCHUSI’ll do so. Wait for me at home.CHARINUSDo you take care, then, to betake yourself back just now with the booty.(Exit EUTYCHUS, and CHARINUS goes into DEMIPHO’S house.)

(Enter LYSIMACHUS, with PASICOMPSA, weeping.)LYSIMACHUS(to himself.)I’ve lent my assistance to my friend in a friendly manner; this piece of goods, which my neighbour requested me, I’ve purchased. (Turning to PASICOMPSA.) You are my own; then follow me.Don’t weep. You are acting very foolishly; spoiling such eyes. Why, really you have more reason to laugh than to be crying.PASICOMPSAIn the name of heaven, prithee, my good old gentleman, do tell me—LYSIMACHUSAsk me what you please.PASICOMPSAWhy have you bought me?LYSIMACHUSWhat, I, bought you? For you to do what you are bidden; in like manner what you bid me, I’ll do.PASICOMPSAI am determined, to the best of my ability and skill, to do what I shall think you desire.LYSIMACHUSI shall bid you do nothing of laborious work.PASICOMPSAWhy, really, for my part, my good old gentleman, I haven’t learnt, i’ faith, to carry burdens, or to feed cattle at the farm, or to nurse children.