Sos. Now, son, I commend you.
Clit. The daughter of Archonides here.
Sos. I’m quite agreeable.
Clit. Father, this now remains.
Chrem. What is it?
Clit. I want you to pardon Syrus for what he has done for my sake.
Chrem. Be it so. (To the Audience.) Fare you well, and grant us your applause.