If ’tis not so, you’ll speedily incline them
Both to compassion; or, if so, be told
Whose son you are.
Clit. Your counsel’s good. I’ll do’t.
[ SCENE V.]
Syrus alone.
A lucky thought of mine! for Clitipho:
The less he hopes, so much more easily
Will he reduce his father to good terms.
Besides, who knows but he may take a wife?