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

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Plautus's comedies ... made English, with critical remarks upon each play.
Author
Plautus, Titus Maccius.
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London :: Printed for Abel Swalle and T. Child ...,
1694.
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Page 124

SCENE IX.

Enter Periphanes to them.
Per. to them within]

You need n't beg so heartily: I'm satisfi'd of his Innocency, that he deserves to be let go.—

[to Apecides]
Come, unbind
Apecides goes up to him.
his Hands.

Epi. stopping Apecides]

Let m' alone.

[Surlily.

Per.

Let him unbind ye.

Epi.

No.

Per.

That's not fair.

Epi.

Faith, I'll not suffer't, till you've given me sa∣tisfaction.

Per.

That's nothing but just and reasonable.—Come, I'll give ye a new pair o'Shoes, a good Coat, and a Cloak.

Epi.

What else?

Per.

Your Freedom.

Epi.

But after that; when a Man's Time's just out, he ought t' ha' some good thing to be nibling on.

Per.

You shall.—I'll provide a supper.

Epi.

Troth, if you won't ask me forgiveness, I'll not agree.

[Merrily.

Per.

Well, I do, honest Epidicus, and beg your pardon, if any o' my foolish Mistakes ha' done y' an Injury. But in recompence, here take your Freedom.

Epi.

Troth, I'm loth to pardon ye; but I cann't tell how to help it.—Come, undo my Hands, as soon as you please.

[Apecides unbinds his Hands.

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