Than, you being heir, for Bacchis to have all.
Syrus. Distraction! what disturbances have I,
Wretch that I am, all unawares created!
Clit. Would I were dead!
Chrem. Learn first what ’tis to live.
When you know that, if life displeases you,
Then talk of dying.
Syrus. Master, may I speak?
Chrem. Speak.
Syrus. But with safety?