Clit. Without cause, I knew.
But come; now, Syrus, tell us, who’s that other?
Syrus. Your mistress, Bacchis.
Clit. How! what! Bacchis?
Where d’ye propose to carry her, rogue?
Syrus. Where?
Clit. How! what! Bacchis? Tell me,
Where d’ye bring her, rogue?
Syrus. Where do I bring her?
To our house certainly.