He is Clitipho.
Sost.O dear! I must tell Chremes this.
How glad I am!
Ph.Stay, madam, stay; I pray you won’t.
Your husband will find that out quite soon enough for us.
Far better see Menedemus, if he will help us out.
Sost. What could he do?
Ph.He’ll stand our friend. How could he wish
To see Antiphila’s brother driven disgraced from home?
Sost. Go, Pamphilus, go at once!