Ep. (thrusting him out). Begone![Exit Senecio.
(To Clitus) Now, brother.
Cli. O sister, my sister, my Epicharis!
To hear that name defiled! In what a pit
Of sin thou livest, diest; ’mong the swine
Perishest! Ah, by God’s mercy, ’tis not too late:
Fly with me, fly!
Ep.Fly whither?
Cli.From thy sin.
If the Judge find thee here, thou’rt lost.
Ep.Dear Clitus,