I’ll do thee some good turn for this. I will,
I promise you. (Patting his head.)
Syrus. Ah, if you did but know
How luckily it came into my head!
Chrem. Pshaw, are you vain of your good luck?
Syrus. Not I.
I speak the plain truth.
Chrem. Let me know it then.
Syrus. Clinia has told his father that the wench
Is mistress to your Clitipho; and that