_SYRUS alone._
Aye, go your ways! I'll work your old shrunk shanks
As you deserve, old Drybones!--AEschinus
Loiters intolerably. Dinner's spoil'd.
Ctesipho thinks of nothing but his girl.
'Tis time for me to look to myself too.
Faith, then I'll in immediately; pick out
All the tid-bits, and tossing off my cups,
In lazy leisure lengthen out the day. (_Exit._