ir, and fetch the money out.

CHREM. I will. (_Exit CHREMES._

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_Harper_
_After which, enter CHREMES._
_Colman 1768_
_Enter CHREMES._

_Harper_
CHREM. You seem to've been at work with the old man.
_Colman 1768_
CHREM. You seem to've been at work with Menedemus.

_Harper_
He brought her with him hither, to prevent
Your smoking it.
CHREM. Incomparable!
SYRUS. Really?
CHREM. O, admirable!
SYRUS. Aye, if you knew all.
But only hear the rest of our advice.
_Colman 1768_
He brought her over with him to their house,
To hinder your detecting it.
CHREM. Good! good!
SYRUS. D'ye think so?
CHREM. Charming!
SYRUS. Aye, if you knew all.
But only hear the rest of our device.

_Harper_
Against my will?"----You can say none of this;
_Colman 1768_
Against my will?"----These pleas you cannot urge;]

SCENE VI.

_Enter CLITIPHO._

CLIT. (_to himself_). Nothing so easy in itself, but when
Perform'd against one's will, grows difficult.
This little walk how easy! yet how faint
And weary it has made me!--and I fear
Lest I be still excluded, and forbid
To come near Bacchis. (_Seeing SYRUS._)--Now all powers above.
Confound you, Syrus, for the trick you play'd me!
That brain of yours is evermore contriving
Some villainy to torture me withal.

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

CLIT. I would it had,
As you deserv'd!

SYRUS. As I deserv'd!--How's that?----
Before you touch'd the cash, that I was just
About to give you.

CLIT. Why, what can I say?
You went away; came back, beyond my hopes,
And brought my mistress with you; then again
Forbade my touching her.

SYRUS. Well, well, I can't
Be peevish with you now--But do you know
Where Bacchis is?

CLIT. At our house.

SYRUS. No.

CLIT. Where then?

SYRUS. At Clinia's.

CLIT. Then I'm ruin'd.

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

CLIT. Fine talk!
Where should I get it?

SYRUS. From your father.

CLIT. Pshaw!
You play upon me.

SYRUS. The event shall show.

CLIT. 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!

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_Harper_
SYRUS. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness
Had we