Act II, Scene XIII

Enter SCELEDRUS from the Captain's house.

SCEL. Hallo! Palaestrio, there's no occasion for the sword.

PAL. How so? — or what's the matter now?

SCEL. Our master's lady is there, at home.

PAL. What? At home?

SCEL. She's lying on the sofa.

PAL. Faith, but you've certainly brought on yourself a disagreable affair, according to what you report.

SCEL. How so?

PAL. Inasmuch as you have dared to touch that lady next door here.

SCEL. I' faith, I fear it much. But no one shall ever make her to be any other than her own twin-sister.

PAL. 'Twas she, in troth, that you saw toying: and, in fact, 'tis plain that it is she, as you remark.

SCEL. What was there more likely than that I should have been undone, if I had spoken of it to my master.

PAL. Then, if you're wise, you'll hold your tongue. It befits a servant to know of more than he speaks. I'm going to leave you, that I may not at all participate in your designs. And I shall go to our neighbour here; these turmoils of yours don't please me. My master, if he comes, should he inquire for me, I shall be there; send for me next door. (Goes into the house of PERIPLECOMENUS.)