Clit. Perhaps you are joking with me.
Syr. The thing itself will prove it.
Clit. Indeed, then, I am a lucky man. Syrus, I do love you from my heart.
Syr. But your father’s coming out. Take care not to express surprise at any thing, for what reason it is done; give way at the proper moment; do what he orders, and say but little.
[ Scene VII.]
Enter Chremes from the house, with a bag of money.
Chrem. Where’s Clitipho now?
Syr. (aside to Clitipho.) Say—here I am.
Clit. Here am I.
Chrem. (to Syrus.) Have you told him how it is?