That none can boast so excellent a brother,
So rich in all good qualities, as I.
Syrus (coming forward). O Ctesipho!
Ctes. (turning round). O Syrus! where’s my brother?
Syrus. At home, where he expects you.
Ctes. Ha! (Joyfully.)
Syrus. What now!
Ctes. What now?—By his assistance I live, Syrus.
Ah, he’s a friend indeed! who disregarding
All his own interests for my advantage,