Act IV, Scene VII

Enter PLEUSICLES, at a distance, in a Sailor's dress.

PLEUS. (to himself). Did I not know that another man in other ways has done many a thing unbecoming on account of love, I should be more ashamed by reason of love for me to be going in this garb. But since I have learned that many persons by reason of love have committed many actions, disgraceful and estranged from what is good, * * * * * for I pass by how Achilles suffered his comrades to be slain. But there's Palaestrio, he's standing with the Captain. My talk must now be changed for another kind. Woman is surely born of tardiness itself. For every other delay, which is a delay just as much, seems a less delay than that which is on account of a woman. I really think that this is done merely from habit. But I shall call for this Philocomasium. I'll knock at the door then. Hallo! is there any one here? (Knocks at the Captain's door.)

PAL. Young man — what is it? What do you want? Why are you knocking?

PLEUS. I'm come to inquire for Philocomasium; I'm come from her mother. If she's for going, let her set off. She is delaying us all; we wish to weigh anchor.

PYRG. Her things have been some time in readiness. Hearkye, Palaestrio, take some assistants with you to carry to the ship her golden trinkets, her furniture, apparel, all her precious things. All the articles are already packed up which I gave her.

PAL. I'll go. (Goes into the house)

PLEUS. Troth now, prithee, do make haste.

PYRG. There shall be no delay. Pray, what is it that has been done with your eye?

PLEUS. Troth, but I have my eye. (Points to the right one.)

PYRG. But the left one I mean.

PLEUS. I'll tell you. On account of the sea, I use this eye less; but if I kept away from the sea, I should use the one like the other. But they are detaining me too long.

PYRG. See, here they are coming out.