This Clinia, Menedemus’ only son,
Would never have elop’d.
Syrus. I can not tell
Whether he says all this in jest or earnest;
But it gives fresh encouragement to me. (Aside.)
Chrem. And now what is’t the blockhead waits for, Syrus?
Is’t till his master runs away again,
When he perceives himself no longer able
To bear with the expenses of his mistress?
Has he no plot upon th’ old gentleman?