Chrem. Prithee, then,
Is there one way alone of going near them?
Syrus. Confusion! he’ll betray himself before
I get the money. (Aside.)—Chremes, will you once
Hear a fool’s counsel?
Chrem. What do you advise?
Syrus. Order your son about his business.
Clit. Whither?
Syrus. Whither! where’er you please. Give place to them.
Go take a walk.