Chapter 107

_Enter CTESIPHO at another part of the stage._

CTES. Favors are welcome in the hour of need From any hand; but doubly welcome when Conferr'd by those from whom we most expect them. O brother, brother, how shall I applaud thee? Ne'er can I rise to such a height of praise But your deservings will outtop me still: For in this point I am supremely bless'd, That none can boast so excellent a brother, So rich in all good qualities, as I.

SYRUS (_coming forward_). O Ctesipho!

CTES. (_turning round_). O Syrus! where's my brother?

SYRUS. At home, where he expects you.

CTES. Ha! (_Joyfully._)

SYRUS. What now!

CTES. What now?--By his assistance I live, Syrus. Ah, he's a friend indeed! who disregarding All his own interests for my advantage, The scandal, infamy, intrigue, and blame, All due to me, has drawn upon himself! What could exceed it?--But who's there?--The door Creaks on the hinges. (_Offering to go off._)

SYRUS. Hold! 'tis Æschinus.