Enter DROMO in haste, from the house of MICIO. DROMO Halloo, Syrus! Ctesipho desires you'll come back. SYRUS Get you gone. Pushes him back into the house. 
 DEMEA What is it he says about Ctesipho? SYRUS Nothing. DEMEA How now, you hang-dog, is Ctesipho in the house? SYRUS He is not. DEMEA Then why does he mention him? SYRUS It's another person; a little diminutive Parasite. Don't you know him? DEMEA I will know him before long. Going to the door. 
 SYRUS stopping him. What are you about? Whither are you going? DEMEA struggling. Let me alone. SYRUS holding him. Don't, I tell you. DEMEA Won't you keep your hands off, whip-scoundrel? Or would you like me to knock your brains out this instant ? Rushes into the house. 
 SYRUS He's gone! no very pleasant boon-companion, upon my faith, particularly to Ctesipho. What am I to do now ? Why, even get into some corner till this tempest is lulled, and sleep off this drop of wine. That's my plan. Goes into the house, staggering.