[ SCENE VII.]

Enter Chremes.

Chrem. Where’s Clitipho?

Syrus (to Clitipho). Here, say.

Clit. Here, Sir!

Chrem. Have you

Inform’d him of the business? (To Syrus.)

Syrus. In good part.

Chrem. Here, take the money then, and carry it. (To Clitipho.)

Syrus. Plague, how you stand, log!—take it.