I keep my guests in waiting; so I’ll in.
But my doors creak. (Clitipho appears.) Who’s this? I’ll step aside. (Retires.)
[ SCENE III.]
Enter Clitipho, speaking to Clinia within.
As yet, my Clinia, you’ve no cause to fear:
They are not long: and she, I’m confident,
Will be here shortly with the messenger.
Prithee, away then with these idle cares,
Which thus torment you!
Chrem. (behind.) Whom does my son speak to?