Nor should you take offense at what I do.
Exit Chremes.
[ SCENE IV.]
Manent Clitipho, Syrus.
Syrus. He’s gone. Ah, would I’d ask’d him——
Clit. Ask’d what, Syrus?
Syrus. Where I should eat, since he has cast us off.
You, I perceive, are quarter’d on your sister.
Clit. Is’t come to this, that I should be in fear
Of starving, Syrus?