Syrus. He’s a poor creature.
Chrem. But it is your part,
For Clinia’s sake, to lend a helping hand.
Syrus. Why, that indeed I easily can do,
If you command me; for I know which way.
Chrem. I take you at your word.
Syrus. I’ll make it good.
Chrem. Do so.
Syrus. But hark ye, Sir! remember this,
If ever it hereafter comes to pass,