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SCENE VII.
Enter CHREMES.Chremes.
Where's Clitipho?
Syrus,
to Clit.]
Here, say.
Clit.
Here, Sir!
Chremes.
Have You
Inform'd him of the business?
[to Syrus.
Syrus.
In good part.
Chremes.
Here, take the money then, and carry it.
[to Clit.
Syrus.
Plague, how you stand, log!—take it.
Clit.
Give it me.
[aukwardly.
Syrus.
Now in with me immediately!—You, Sir,
[to Chremes.
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There's nothing to detain us very long.
[Ex. Clit. and Syrus.
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