_DEMEA alone._
I'm tir'd
With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus;
You and your blind directions! I have crawl'd
All the town over: to the gate; the pond;
Where not? No sign of any shop was there,
Nor any person who had seen my brother.
--Now I'll in, therefore, and set up my rest
In his own house, till he comes home again. (_Going._
[Changes:
_Harper_
I'm tir'd
With walking.--Now great Jove confound you, Syrus;
_Colman 1768_
I've walk'd, and walk'd, till I'm quite tir'd with walking.
--Almighty Jove confound you, Syrus, I say;]