Act V, Scene II

Enter SCELEDRUS and other Servants of the Captain.

PYRG. Here are some of my servants, I see. Tell me, is Philocomasium off yet.

SCEL. Aye, some time since.

PYRG. Ah me!

SCEL. You would say that still more if you were to know what I know, for that fellow who had the wool before his eye was no sailor.

PYRG. Who was he, then?

SCEL. A lover of Philocomasium's.

PYRG. How do you know?

SCEL. I do know: for after they had got out of the city gate, they didn't wait a moment before falling to kissing and embracing each other at once.

PYRG. O wretched fool that I am! I see that I have been gulled. That scoundrel of a fellow, Palaestrio, it was he that contrived this plot against me.

SCEL. I think it was properly done. If it were so done to other letchers, there would be fewer letchers here; they would stand more in awe, and give their attention less to these pursuits.

PYRG. Let's go into my house.

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