Clit. Walk! where?
Syrus. A pretty question!
This, that, or any way.
Chrem. He says right. Go!
Clit. Now, plague upon you, Syrus! (Going.)
Syrus (to Clitipho, going). Henceforth, learn
To keep those hands of yours at rest.
Exit Clitipho.
[ SCENE VI.]
Chremes, Syrus.