Cri. And ye, how do you live?
How are you off for means?
Mys. Who, we? Alas!
We live, as saith the proverb, how we can,
Who can't live how we would.
Cri. Glycerium,
Has she found out her friends?
Mys. Ah, would the gods—
Cri. Not found her friends. With inauspicious foot
Do I come here. Ah! had I only known,
I had stayed where I was. She ever passed
For sister of our Chrysis, and, no doubt,
Inherits all the chattels that she left.
I am a stranger here—to go to law,
Other examples I have witnessed, prove
The trouble and the cost. Besides, I think
She has a friend to aid her—for, look here,
She lives in style. Besides, I shall be deemed
A sycophant, a mendicant, in search
Of her inheritance; and, last of all,
I cannot rob the child.
Mys. O welcome guest!
Pol! Crito—with a heart as good as ever.
Cri. Since I am here, take me to see her face.
Mys. Most willingly.
Dav. And I will follow too,
And so keep out of my old master's way.
