Bacch. Prithee, what is the matter with you?
Anti. I shall die, alas! I shall die!
Bacch. Why are you thus surprised, Antiphila?
Anti. Is it Clinia that I see, or not?
Bacch. Whom do you see?
Clin. (running to embrace Antiphila.) Blessings on you, my life!
Anti. Oh my long-wished for Clinia, blessings on you!
Clin. How fare you, my love?
Anti. I’m overjoyed that you have returned safe.
Clin. And do I embrace you, Antiphila, so passionately longed for by my soul?