Clit. Would I were dead!
Chrem. Prithee, first learn what it is to live. When you know that, if life displeases you, then try the other.
Syr. Master, may I be allowed——?
Chrem. Say on.
Syr. But may I safely?
Chrem. Say on.
Syr. What injustice or what madness is this, that that in which I have offended, should be to his detriment?
Chrem. It’s all over.[99] Don’t you mix yourself up in it; no one accuses you, Syrus, nor need you look out for an altar,[100] or for an intercessor for yourself.
Syr. What is your design?
Chrem. I am not at all angry either with you (to Syrus), or with you (to Clitipho); nor is it fair that you should be so with me for what I am doing.