Clit. Fine talk!
Where should I get it?
Syrus. From your father.
Clit. Pshaw!
You play upon me.
Syrus. The event shall show.
Clit. Then I am bless’d indeed. Thanks, thanks, dear Syrus!
Syrus. Hist! here’s your father.—Have a care! don’t seem
Surpris’d at any thing: give way in all:
Do as he bids, and say but little. Mum!