Demea alone.
I've walk'd, and walk'd, till I'm quite tir'd with walking. - Almighty Jove confound you, Syrus, I say; You and your blind directions! I have crawl'd All the town over: to the gate; the pond; Where not? No sign of any shop was there, Nor any person who had seen my brother. - Now I'll in, therefore, and set up my rest In his own house, till he comes home again. (Going.)