Ctes. During the daytime; but if I pass the night here, what excuse can I make, Syrus?
Syr. Dear me, how much I do wish it was the custom for one to be engaged with friends at night as well! But you be easy; I know his humor perfectly well. When he raves the most violently, I can make him as gentle as a lamb.
Ctes. In what way?
Syr. He loves to hear you praised: I make a god of you to him, and recount your virtues.
Ctes. What, mine?
Syr. Yours; immediately the tears fall from him as from a child, for very joy. (Starting.) Hah! take care——
Ctes. Why, what’s the matter?
Syr. The wolf in the fable[64]——
Ctes. What! my father?
Syr. His own self.