Scene V

Syrus alone.

A lucky thought of mine! for Clitipho:

The less he hopes, so much more easily

Will he reduce his father to good terms.

Besides, who knows but he may take a wife?

No thanks to Syrus neither.—But who’s here?

Chremes!—I’m off: for seeing what has pass’d,

I wonder that he did not order me

To be truss’d up immediately. I’ll hence

To Menedemus, and prevail on him

To intercede for me: as matters stand,

I dare not trust to our old gentleman.

Exit Syrus.