_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! [Changes: _Harper_ 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?---- _Colman 1768_ SYRUS. Away, you malapert! Your frowardness Had well-nigh been my ruin. CLIT. Would it had! For you deserv'd it richly. SYRUS. How! deserv'd it? I'faith I'm glad I heard you say so much] SCENE VII. _Enter CHREMES._ CHREM. Where's Clitipho? SYRUS (_to CLITIPHO_). Here, say. CLIT. Here, Sir! CHREM. Have you Inform'd him of the business? (_To SYRUS._) SYRUS. In good part. CHREM. Here, take the money then, and carry it. (_To CLITIPHO._) SYRUS. Plague, how you stand, log!--take it. CLIT. Give it me. (_Awkwardly._) SYRUS. Now in with me immediately!--You, Sir, (_To CHREMES._) Be pleas'd meanwhile to wait our coming here; There's nothing to detain us very long. (_Exit CLITIPHO and SYRUS._ SCENE VIII.