Part 61 (1/2)

c.l.i.t. At our house.

SYRUS. No.

c.l.i.t. Where then?

SYRUS. At Clinia's.

c.l.i.t. Then I'm ruin'd.

SYRUS. Courage, man!

You shall go to her instantly, and carry The money that you promis'd her.

c.l.i.t. Fine talk!

Where should I get it?

SYRUS. From your father.

c.l.i.t. Pshaw!

You play upon me.

SYRUS. The event shall show.

c.l.i.t. Then I am bless'd indeed. Thanks, thanks, dear Syrus!

SYRUS. Hist! here's your father.--Have a care! don't seem Surpris'd at any thing: give way in all: Do as he bids, and say but little. Mum!

[Changes:

_Harper_ SYRUS. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness Had well-nigh ruin'd me.

c.l.i.t. I would it had, As you deserv'd!

SYRUS. As I deserv'd!--How's that?---- _Colman 1768_ SYRUS. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness Had well-nigh been my ruin.

c.l.i.t. Would it had!

For you deserv'd it richly.

SYRUS. How! deserv'd it?

I'faith I'm glad I heard you say so much]

SCENE VII.

_Enter CHREMES._

CHREM. Where's c.l.i.tipho?

SYRUS (_to c.l.i.tIPHO_). Here, say.

c.l.i.t. Here, Sir!