Clin. Speak; I hear you.
Syr. But still you’ll not mind it.
Clin. I will.
Syr. This must be seen to, I say, that your friend’s business as well is placed in a state of security. For if you now go away from us, and leave Bacchis here, our old man will immediately come to know that she is Clitipho’s mistress; if you take her away with you, it will be concealed just as much as it has been hitherto concealed.
Clin. But still, Syrus, nothing can make more against my marriage than this; for with what face am I to address my father about it? You understand what I mean?
Syr. Why not?
Clin. What can I say? What excuse can I make?
Syr. Nay, I don’t want you to dissemble; tell him the whole case just as it really is.
Clin. What is it you say?
Syr. I bid you do this; tell him that you are in love with her, and want her for a wife: that this Bacchis is Clitipho’s mistress.