He goes into his house.
Syr. He’s gone. I wish I had asked him——
Clit. What, Syrus?
Syr. Where I am to get my subsistence; he has so utterly cast us adrift. You are to have it, for the present, at your sister’s, I find.
Clit. Has it then come to this pass, Syrus—that I am to be in danger even of starving?
Syr. So we only live, there’s hope——
Clit. What hope?
Syr. That we shall be hungry enough.
Clit. Do you jest in a matter so serious, and not give me any assistance with your advice?
Syr. On the contrary, I’m both now thinking of that, and have been about it all the time your father was speaking just now; and so far as I can perceive——