I am not at all angry either with you, (to SYRUS) , or with you (to CLITIPHO) ; nor is it fair that you should be so with me for what I am doing. (He goes into his house.) SYRUS He’s gone. I wish I had asked him— CLITIPHO What, Syrus? SYRUS Where I am to get my subsistence; he has so utterly cast us adrift. You are to have it, for the present, at your sister’s, I find. CLITIPHO Has it then come to this pass, Syrus—that I am to be in danger even of starving? SYRUS So we only live, there’s hope— CLITIPHO What hope? SYRUS That we shall be hungry enough. CLITIPHO Do you jest in a matter so serious, and not give me any assistance with your advice?