Scene V.

Syrus alone.

A lucky thought of mine! for Clitipho: The less he hopes, so much more easily Will he reduce his father to good terms. Besides, who knows but he may take a wife? No thanks to Syrus neither. - But who's here? Chremes! - I'm off: for seeing what has pass'd, I wonder that he did not order me To be truss'd up immediately. I'll hence To Menedemus, and prevail on him To intercede for me: as matters stand, I dare not trust to our old gentleman.

Exit Syrus .