No thanks to Syrus neither.—But who’s here?
Chremes!—I’m off: for seeing what has pass’d,
I wonder that he did not order me
To be truss’d up immediately. I’ll hence
To Menedemus, and prevail on him
To intercede for me: as matters stand,
I dare not trust to our old gentleman.
Exit Syrus.
[ SCENE VI.]
Enter Chremes, Sostrata.