Chrem. How annoying you were! So much so, that for my part, as the Gods may prosper me, I dreaded what in the end might be the consequence. I understand lovers. They resent highly things that you would not imagine.
Clit. But he has full confidence in me, father, that I would not do any thing of that kind.
Chrem. Be it so; still, at least, you ought to go somewhere for a little time away from their presence. Passion prompts to many a thing; your presence acts as a restraint upon doing them. I form a judgment from myself. There’s not one of my friends this day to whom I would venture, Clitipho, to disclose all my secrets. With one, his station forbids it; with another, I am ashamed of the action itself, lest I may appear a fool or devoid of shame; do you rest assured that he does the same.[67] But it is our part to be sensible of this; and, when and where it is requisite, to show due complaisance.
Syr. (coming forward and whispering to Clitipho.) What is it he is saying?
Clit. (aside, to Syrus.) I’m utterly undone!
Syr. Clitipho, these same injunctions I gave you. You have acted the part of a prudent and discreet person.[68]
Clit. Hold your tongue, I beg.
Syr. Very good.
Chrem. (approaching them.) Syrus, I am ashamed of him.
Syr. I believe it; and not without reason. Why, he vexes myself even.