Syrus. Away, if you are wise!
Clit. Well, well, I’m gone.
—What’s he to do?
Syrus. Stay here.
Clit. O happy——
Syrus. March! (Pushes off Clitipho.)
[ SCENE III]
Enter Bacchis, and Antiphila at a distance.
Bacch. Well, I commend you, my Antiphila:
Happy, that you have made it still your care,