Spare your advice, good Clitipho! you know
Success is my concern still more than yours:
For if perchance we fail in our attempt,
You shall have words; but I, alas! dry blows.
Be sure then of my diligence; and beg
Your friend to join, and countenance our scheme.
Clin. Depend on me: I see it must be so.
Clit. Thanks, my best Clinia!
Clin. But take heed she trip not.
Syrus. Oh, she is well instructed.