Part 65 (1/2)

SYRUS. Distraction! what disturbances have I, Wretch that I am, all unawares created!

c.l.i.t. Would I were dead!

CHREM. Learn first what 'tis to live.

When you know that, if life displeases you, Then talk of dying.

SYRUS. Master, may I speak?

CHREM. Speak.

SYRUS. But with safety?

CHREM. Speak.

SYRUS. How wrong is this, Or rather what extravagance and madness, To punish him for my offense!

CHREM. Away!

Do not you meddle. No one blames you, Syrus!

Nor need you to provide a sanctuary, Or intercessor.

SYRUS. What is it you do?

CHREM. I am not angry, nor with you, nor him: Nor should you take offense at what I do.

(_Exit CHREMES._

SCENE IV.

_Manent c.l.i.tIPHO, SYRUS._

SYRUS. He's gone. Ah, would I'd ask'd him----

c.l.i.t. Ask'd what, Syrus?

SYRUS. Where I should eat, since he has cast us off.

You, I perceive, are quarter'd on your sister.

c.l.i.t. Is't come to this, that I should be in fear Of starving, Syrus?

SYRUS. So we do but live, There's hope----

c.l.i.t. Of what?

SYRUS. That we shall have rare stomachs.

c.l.i.t. D'ye jest at such a time as this; And lend me no a.s.sistance by your counsel?

SYRUS. Nay, I was studying for you even now.

And was so all the while your father spoke.