Plautus's comedies ... made English, with critical remarks upon each play.

SCENE VII.

Enter the Musick-woman, with her Instruments, attended.

Per.

Here, Sir, take her, if you please.

Cap. Staring on her]

What a strange Frolick is this? Why these under hand Tricks tho? Why don't y'order the Musick-Girl to be brought out?

Per.

Why, this is she; i've no other.

Cap.

Po, you can't put Tricks upo' Travellers. Why don't ye produce her that's call'd Acropolistis?

Per.

I profess, this is she.

Cap.

But I profess, 'tis not: P'shaw, d'ye think I don't know m'own Mistress?

Per.

I declare this is the very same that my Son was so much stricken with.

Cap.

But it is not the same.

Per.

How! not the same?

Cap.

No.

Per.

Where a Devil did she come from then? As I hope to live, 'tis the same I bought and paid for.

Cap.

'Twas foolishly bestow'd, and a plaguy blunder this.

Per.

Certainly it must be she; for I sent m'own Ser∣vant to buy her, one who's acquainted wi'my Son's Amours.

Cap.

Hah! then, Old Gentleman, your own Servant has bubl'd ye confoundedly.

Per.

What! bubl'd me?

Cap.

Nothing, but only a suspicion. I see this Mu∣sick-girl is topp'd upon ye for th'other. Poor Old Fel∣low, thou'rt notoriously and damnably gull'd.

Per.

I'll find her out where ere she be.—Farewel Bluff.

[Exit the Captain and his Servants.