Clit. What then would you have me to say to you? You’ve made a fool of me; brought my mistress hither, whom I’m not allowed to touch——
Syr. Well, I’m not angry then. But do you know where Bacchis is just now?
Clit. At our house.
Syr. No.
Clit. Where then?
Syr. At Clinia’s.
Clit. I’m ruined!
Syr. Be of good heart; you shall presently carry to her the money that you promised her.
Clit. You do prate away.—Where from?
Syr. From your own father.