Chapter 62

_PYTHIAS, CHREMES, SOPHRONA._

PYTH. What can I think of? what can I devise? Some trick now to be even with that rogue Who palm'd this young spark on us.

CHREM. (_leading the nurse_). Nay, but stir Your stumps a little faster, nurse!

SOPH. I come.

CHREM. Aye, marry; but you don't come on a jot.

PYTH. Well! have you shown the tokens to the nurse?

CHREM. I have.

PYTH. And pray what says she? Did she know them?

CHREM. At first sight.

PYTH. Oh brave news! I'm glad to hear it; For I've a kindness for the girl. Go in; My mistress is impatient for your coming. (_Exeunt CHREMES and SOPHRONA._ See, yonder's my good master Parmeno, Marching this way: How unconcern'd, forsooth, He stalks along!--But I've devis'd, I hope, The means to vex him sorely.--First I'll in, To know the truth of this discovery, And then return to terrify this rascal. (_Exit._