Act. II. Scen. III.
CTESIPHO. SYRUS.
Ct.
ONe would be glad to receive a courtesie from any man, when need is,
But indeed that courtesie onely brings delight, if he do it, to whom it belongs of right to do it.
O brother, brother, how should I now commend you? I know very will I can never speak
Any thing so high, but your desert goeth beyond it: and therefore I think, I have this one
[line 5] Especial thing beyond all other men, that no man in the world hath a brother
That is more excellent in the chiefest feats.
Sy.
O Ctesipho.
Ct.
O Syrus, where is Aeschinus?
Sy.
Lo where he is there, he tarrieth for you
At home.
Ct.
Oh!
Sy.
What is the matter?
Ct.
What it should be? By his means, Syrus,
I am now alive.
Sy.
O merry man!
Ct.
Who thought all his own con∣cernments
[line 10] Were to be neglected by him in regard of my good. The railing terms, the slander,
The being in Love, and the offence hath he taken upon himself.
S.
He can do no more.
Ct.
But who is that? the door creeks.
S.
Tarry, tarry, he himself cometh forth.