Clit. What shall I do?
Clin. E’en profit of his scheme.
Clit. But, Syrus, tell me then——
Syrus. Away, away!
This day too late you’ll wish for her in vain. (Going.)
Clin. This is your time: enjoy it, while you may:
Who knows if you may have the like again?
Clit. Syrus, I say.
Syrus. Call as you please, I’ll on.
Clit. Clinia, you’re right.—Ho, Syrus! Syrus, ho!