Chapter 57

_Enter CHREMES tipsy._

CHREM. So! so!--I'm in for't--and the wine I've drank Has made me reel again.--Yet while I sat, How sober I suppos'd myself!--But I No sooner rose, than neither foot, nor head, Knew their own business!

PYTH. Chremes!

CHREM. Who's that?--Ha! Pythias!--How much more handsome you seem now, Than you appear'd a little while ago!

PYTH. I'm sure you seem a good deal merrier.

CHREM. I'faith it's an old saying, and a true one, "Ceres and Bacchus are warm friends of Venus." --But, pray, has Thais been here long before me?

PYTH. Has she yet left the Captain's?

CHREM. Long time since: An age ago. They've had a bloody quarrel.

PYTH. Did not she bid you follow her?

CHREM. Not she: Only she made a sign to me at parting.

PYTH. Well, wasn't that enough?

CHREM. No, faith! I did not At all conceive her meaning, till the Captain Gave me the hint, and kick'd me out o' doors! --But here she is! I wonder how it was, I overtook her!

[Changes:

_Harper_ CHREM. No, faith! I did not At all conceive her meaning, till the Captain _Colman 1768_ CHREM. No, faith! I never At all conceiv'd her meaning, till the Captain]