My happiness in what pleased him.
Clin. (aside). Ah, my Antiphila,
And that is why I love you, why I am now returned.
Gor. Who is that young man who is standing to look at us?
Ant. Ah, hold me up!
Gor.Why, what in the world’s the matter, my dear?
Ant. I shall die; I shall die.
Gor.Do say, what is it astonishes you?
Ant. Is it Clinia I see or not?
Gor.See who?