And chance to see you here.
Clin. I will: but yet
My mind forebodes I know not what of ill.
Clit. What, still foreboding, ere you know the truth?
Clin. Had there been no untoward circumstance,
They had return’d already
Clit. Patience, Clinia!
They’ll be here presently.
Clin. Presently! but when?
Clit. Consider, ’tis a long way off: and then