Perde 4
[Textpart 2]
What’s the matter?
A SHARPER.
Unguardedly, I this moment swallowed the name.
CHARMIDES
I like not the man that has his friends shut up within his teeth.
A SHARPER.
And yet this moment ’twas dwelling on the very edge of my lips.
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CHARMIDES
I’ve come to-day in good time before this fellow.
A SHARPER.
To my sorrow I’m caught in the fact.
CHARMIDES
Have you now recollected the name?
A SHARPER.
’Fore Gods and men, i’ faith, I’m ashamed of myself
CHARMIDES
See, now, how well you know this man.
A SHARPER.
As well as my own self. This is in the habit of happening: the thing you are holding in your hand, and seeing with your eyes, that same you are looking for as lost. I’ll recollect it letter by letter. C is the beginning of the name.
A SHARPER.
No: it isn’t that.
A SHARPER.
It isn’t that.
A SHARPER.
It isn’t that.
A SHARPER.
No: it isn’t that.
CHARMIDES
Or is it Callimachus?
A SHARPER.
’Tis in vain you suggest; and, i’ faith, I really don’t care one fillip about it, since I recollect enough myself for my own purpose.
