Chapter 124

_DEMEA alone._

I'm tir'd With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus; You and your blind directions! I have crawl'd All the town over: to the gate; the pond; Where not? No sign of any shop was there, Nor any person who had seen my brother. --Now I'll in, therefore, and set up my rest In his own house, till he comes home again. (_Going._

[Changes:

_Harper_ I'm tir'd With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus; _Colman 1768_ I've walk'd, and walk'd, till I'm quite tir'd with walking. --Almighty Jove confound you, Syrus, I say;]