To loiter here.
Syrus. You shall be paid: ne’er fear!
San. But all?
Syrus. Yes, all: so hold your tongue, and follow!
San. I will.
Exit after Æschinus—Syrus going.
Ctes. Hist! hark ye, Syrus!
Syrus (turning back.) Well, what now?
Ctes. For Heaven’s sake discharge that scurvy fellow
Immediately; for fear, if further urg’d,