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SCENE V.
SYRUSalone.
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 past,
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.
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