My gaining my design on her, and urge me
To do what I may afterward repent.
I’ll to her.— (Going up.) Save you, Bacchis!
Bacch. Save you, Laches!
Lach. Bacchis, I do not doubt but you’re surpris’d
That I should send the boy to call you forth.
Bacch. Aye, and I’m fearful too, when I reflect
Both who and what I am: lest my vocation
Should prejudice me in your good opinion.
My conduct I can fully justify.