Ctes. Aye, marry, for the day I grant you.
But if I pass the night here, what excuse
Then, Syrus?
Syrus. Ah! I would it were the custom
To be engag’d at night too with one’s friends!
—But be at ease! I know his mind so well,
That when he raves the loudest, I can make him
As gentle as a lamb.
Ctes. How so?
Syrus. He loves