Awake; the father of Philolaches has arrived from abroad. CALL. I
_hope_ his father's well.
PHILO. He is well indeed; but I am utterly undone.
CALL. You, utterly undone? How can that be?
PHILO. By heavens! do get up, I beg of you; my father has arrived.
CALL. Your father has come? Bid him go back again. What business had he
to come back here so soon?
PHILO. What am I to do? My father will, just now, be coming and
unfortunately finding me amid drunken carousals, _and_ the house
full of revellers and women. It's a shocking bad job, to be digging a
well at the last moment, just when thirst has gained possession of your
throat; just as I, on the arrival of my father, wretch that I am, am now
enquiring what I am to do.
TRA. (_pointing at_ CALLIDAMATES). Why look, he has laid down his
head and gone to sleep. Do arouse him.
PHILO. (_shaking him_). Will you awake now? My father, I tell you,
will be here this instant.
CALL. How say you? Your father? Give me my shoes, that I may take up
arms. On my word, I'll kill your father this instant.
PHILO. (_seizing hold of him_). You're spoiling the _whole_
business; do hold your tongue. (_To_ DELPHIUM.) Prithee, do carry
him off in your arms into the house.
CALL. (_To_ DELPHIUM, _who is lifting him up_). Upon my faith,
I'll be making an utensil of you just now, if you don't find me one.
(_He is led off into the house.
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