Now I’ll be off in-doors. I’ll take out the money; I’ll lie in ambush for Pseudolus.(Goes into his house.)

(Enter PSEUDOLUS, drunk, with a chaplet on his head.)PSEUDOLUS(staggering.)How’s this? And is it the fact? Feet-are you standing or not? Or is it this you want, some; one to pick me up here as I lie? But, by my faith, if I do fall down, yours will be the fault. Are you going to go? Heigho! I must wait upon myself. This is the great fault in wine; it first lays hold of the feet; ’tis a cunning wrestler. By my faith, assuredly am I now come off right well drenched; with such exquisite viands, with such becoming elegance, in such a delightful place, have we been delightfully entertained.