Clin. My Antiphila shall be my wife.
Syrus. And will you interrupt me?
Clin. Oh, my Syrus,
What can I do! I’m overjoy’d. Bear with me.
Syrus. Troth so I do.
Clin. We’re happy, as the Gods.
Syrus. I lose my labor on you.
Clin. Speak; I hear.
Syrus. Aye, but you don’t attend.
Clin. I’m all attention.