How near soever, Clitipho, to whom
I dare lay open all my weaknesses.
With one my pride forbids it, with another
The very action shames me: and believe me,
It is the same with him; and ’tis our place
To mark on what occasions to indulge him.
Syrus. What says he now? (Aside.)
Clit. Confusion!
Syrus. Clitipho,
These are the very precepts that I gave you: