Syrus. So we do but live,
There’s hope——
Clit. Of what?
Syrus. That we shall have rare stomachs.
Clit. D’ye jest at such a time as this;
And lend me no assistance by your counsel?
Syrus. Nay, I was studying for you even now.
And was so all the while your father spoke.
And far as I can understand this——
Clit. What?