Scene VI.

Enter Clitipho .

Clit. (to himself). Nothing so easy in itself, but when Perform'd against one's will, grows difficult. This little walk how easy! yet how faint And weary it has made me! - and I fear Lest I be still excluded, and forbid To come near Bacchis. (Seeing Syrus .) - Now all powers above. Confound you, Syrus, for the trick you play'd me! That brain of yours is evermore contriving Some villainy to torture me withal.Syrus. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness Had well-nigh been my ruin.

Clit. Would it had! For you deserv'd it richly.

Syrus. How! deserv'd it? I'faith I'm glad I heard you say so much Before you touch'd the cash, that I was just About to give you.

Clit. Why, what can I say? You went away; came back, beyond my hopes, And brought my mistress with you; then again Forbade my touching her.

Syrus. Well, well, I can't Be peevish with you now - But do you know Where Bacchis is?

Clit. At our house.

Syrus. No.

Clit. Where then?

Syrus. At Clinia's.

Clit. Then I'm ruin'd.

Syrus. Courage, man! You shall go to her instantly, and carry The money that you promis'd her.

Clit. Fine talk! Where should I get it?

Syrus. From your father.

Clit. Pshaw! You play upon me.

Syrus. The event shall show.

Clit. Then I am bless'd indeed. Thanks, thanks, dear Syrus!

Syrus. Hist! here's your father. - Have a care! don't seem Surpris'd at any thing: give way in all: Do as he bids, and say but little. Mum!