Scene IV.

Enter Ctesipho at another part of the stage.

Ctes. Favors are welcome in the hour of need From any hand; but doubly welcome when Conferr'd by those from whom we most expect them. O brother, brother, how shall I applaud thee? Ne'er can I rise to such a height of praise But your deservings will outtop me still: For in this point I am supremely bless'd, That none can boast so excellent a brother, So rich in all good qualities, as I.

Syrus (coming forward). O Ctesipho!

Ctes. (turning round). O Syrus! where's my brother?

Syrus. At home, where he expects you.

Ctes. Ha! (Joyfully.)

Syrus. What now!

Ctes. What now? - By his assistance I live, Syrus. Ah, he's a friend indeed! who disregarding All his own interests for my advantage, The scandal, infamy, intrigue, and blame, All due to me, has drawn upon himself! What could exceed it? - But who's there? - The door Creaks on the hinges. (Offering to go off.)

Syrus. Hold! 'tis Æschinus.