And how discreet and temperate you’ve been!
Clit. Prithee, peace!
Syrus. Aye, I warrant you.
Chrem. Oh, Syrus,
I’m quite asham’d of him.
Syrus. I do not doubt it.
Nor without reason; for it troubles me.
Clit. Still, rascal!
Syrus. Nay, I do but speak the truth.
Clit. May I not then go near them?