312. - MENANDER.

De. “Why, not to mention anything else —in-all
this confusion you have been drinking as if every-
thing was all right.”

At this moment one of Syrus’s fellow-slaves called
‘out to him from within, “ Syrus, Ctesipho wants you!”

De. (catching the name): “Who is talking of Ctesi-
pho?’ - pene ;

Sy. “Tt is nothing.”

De. “You scoundrel! is Ctesipho here?”

Sy. “Certainly not.”

De, “Then why did I hear his name?”

Sy. “Oh, that was quite another person, one of
Micio’s hangers-on. You must know him.”

De. “Well, V'll find out.”

Sy. (catching hold of the old man). “What are you
about? Where are you going? eB

De. “Let me go.”

~ Sy. “I won't.”

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

So saying, he broke loose from the slave’s grasp.
“Ah!” said Syrus, “he will not be a welcome addi-
tion to their little party.”

The fact was, that it was for Ctesipho that Eschi-
nus had carried off the singing-girl; it was the steady
Ctesipho, as his father thought him, that had made
this not very reputable marriage; and now, after
being put off more than once, the old man had found
it out. Things, being at their darkest, now began to
lighten. A‘schinus was, it turned out, perfectly ready