_Enter DROMO, hastily._
DROMO. Here! hark ye, Syrus!
Ctesipho begs that you'd come back.
SYRUS. Away! (_Pushes him off._)
DEM. What's this he says of Ctesipho?
SYRUS. Pshaw! nothing.
DEM. How! dog, is Ctesipho within?
SYRUS. Not he.
DEM. Why does he name him then?
SYRUS. It is another.
Of the same name--a little parasite----
D'ye know him?
DEM. But I will immediately. (_Going._)
SYRUS. (_stopping him_). What now? where now?
{_DEMEA and SYRUS struggling._}
DEM. Let me alone.
SYRUS. Don't go!
DEM. Hands off! what won't you? must I brain you, rascal?
(_Disengages himself from SYRUS, and Exit._