310 MENANDER.

De. “Excellent! excellent! Ctesipho, you take
after your father.”

Sy. “Excellent, you call it!’ Well, he had better
keep his hands off me in future.”

De. “T say that he couldn’t have done better.
He felt, as I do, that you were the prime mover in
the whole affair. But is my brother at home?”

Sy. “No.”

De. “T want to find out where he is.”

Sy. “I know, but I don’t mean to tell you.”

De. “What is that you say?”

Sy. “That I sha’n’t tell you.”

De. “Vil break your head, if you don’t.”

Sy. “Well, I don’t know the man’s name where
he is, but I know the place.”

De. “Tell me the place, then.”

Sy. “Do you know the arcade, and the market
down below?”

De. “Of course I know it.”

Sy. “Go straight up that street. After that, there
is a slope right in front of you. Go down that. On
the left hand there is a chapel, and an alley close:
by.”

De. “Tn which direction?”

Sy. “Where there is a large wild fig-tree. Do
you know it?”

De. “Yes, I know it.”

Sy. “Well, go up the alley.”

De. “ But it isn’t a thoroughfare.”