Scene VII

Enter Chremes.

Chrem. Where’s Clitipho?

Syrus (to Clitipho). Here, say.

Clit. Here, Sir!

Chrem. Have you

Inform’d him of the business? (To Syrus.)

Syrus. In good part.

Chrem. Here, take the money then, and carry it. (To Clitipho.)

Syrus. Plague, how you stand, log!—take it.

Clit. Give it me. (Awkwardly.)

Syrus. Now in with me immediately!—You, Sir, (To Chremes.)

Be pleas’d meanwhile to wait our coming here;

There’s nothing to detain us very long.

Exit Clitipho and Syrus.