Syr. I came to her at the proper moment, which in all things is of the first importance: for there I found a certain wretched captain soliciting her favors: she artfully managed the man, so as to inflame his eager passions by denial; and this, too, that it might be especially pleasing to yourself. But hark you, take care, will you, not to be imprudently impetuous. You know your father, how quick-sighted he is in these matters; and I know you, how unable you are to command yourself. Keep clear of words of double meaning,[47] your sidelong looks, sighing, hemming, coughing, tittering.
Clit. You shall have to commend me.
Syr. Take care of that, please.
Clit. You yourself shall be surprised at me.
Syr. But how quickly the ladies have come up with us!
Clit. Where are they? (Syrus stands before him.) Why do you hold me back?
Syr. For the present she is nothing to you.
Clit. I know it, before my father; but now in the mean time—
Syr. Not a bit the more.
Clit. Do let me.