(_aside_). Woe to unfortunate me! I'm afraid that my schemes
are everlastingly undone!
THEU. What is it you are saying to yourself?
TRA. Why nothing. But tell me, prithee, did you _really_ tell him?
THEU. I told him everything in its order, I tell you.
TRA. Does he, then, confess about the guest?
THEU. Why no; he utterly denies it.
TRA. Does he deny it?
THEU. Do you ask me again? I should tell you if he had confessed it.
What now are you of opinion ought to be done?
TRA. What is my opinion? By my troth, I beg of you, appoint an
arbitrator together with him; but take you care that you appoint one who
will believe me; you'll overcome him as easily as a fox eats a pear [1]
BAN. (_to himself_). But see, here's Tranio, the servant of
Philolaches, _people_ who pay me neither interest nor principal on
my money. (_Goes towards_ TRANIO, _who steps forward to meet
him._)
THEU. (_to_ TRANIO). Whither are you betaking yourself?
TRA. I'm going no whither. (_Aside._) For sure, I am a wretch, a
rascal, one born with all the Gods my foes! He'll now be accosting me in
the old man's presence. Assuredly, I am a wretched man; in such a
fashion both this way and that do they find business for me. But I'll
make haste and accost him. (_Moves towards the_ BANKER.)
BAN. (_apart_). He's coming towards me. I'm all right; I've some
hopes of my money; he's smiling.
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