Syrus. Oh, she’s well instructed.
Clit. Still I wonder
How you prevail’d so easily upon her:
Her, who’s so scornful.
Syrus. I came just in time,
Time, that in most affairs is all in all:
For there I found a certain wretched captain,
Begging her favors. She, an artful baggage,
Denied him, to inflame his mind the more,
And make her court to you.—But hark ye, Sir,