Clin. And, so may the Gods prosper me, I do not now rejoice so much on my own account as hers, whom I know to be deserving of any honor.
Syr. I believe it: but now, Clinia, come, attend to me in my turn. For your friend’s business as well,—it must be seen to—that it is placed in a state of security, lest the old gentleman should now come to know any thing about his mistress.
Clin. O Jupiter!
Syr. Do be quiet.
Clin. My Antiphila will be mine.
Syr. Do you still interrupt me thus?
Clin. What can I do? My dear Syrus, I’m transported with joy! Do bear with me.
Syr. I’ faith, I really do bear with you.
Clin. We are blest with the life of the Gods.
Syr. I’m taking pains to no purpose, I doubt.