Clit. Me, Sir?
Chrem. These very eyes
Beheld you: don’t deny it.—’Tis base in you
To be so flippant with your hands. For what
Affront’s more gross than to receive a friend
Under your roof, and tamper with his mistress?
And, last night in your cups too, how indecent
And rudely you behav’d!
Syrus. ’Tis very true.
Chrem. So very troublesome, so help me Heav’n,