Why no—since I must marry, I myself have one that I should pretty nearly make choice of. SOSTRATA Now, son, I commend you. CLITIPHO The daughter of Archonides here. SOSTRATA I’m quite agreeable. CLITIPHO Father, this now remains. CHREMES What is it? CLITIPHO I want you to pardon Syrus for what he has done for my sake. CHREMES Be it so. (To the Audience.) Fare you well, and grant us your applause.