Syr. I will not let you, I tell you.
Clit. But only for a moment, pray.
Syr. I forbid it.
Clit. Only to salute her.
Syr. If you are wise, get you gone.
Clit. I’m off. But what’s he to do? (Pointing at Clinia.)
Syr. He will stay here.
Clit. O happy man!
Syr. Take yourself off.
Exit Clitipho.