CHREM. Why do you suppose he {is}? (_Ironically._) Quarreling with her, {of course}. DAV. Nay but, Chremes, I’ll let you now hear from me a disgraceful piece of business. An old man, I don’t know who he is, has just now come here; look you, he is a confident {and} shrewd person; when you look at his appearance, he seems to be a person of some consequence. There is a grave sternness in his features, and something commanding in his words. SIM. What {news} are you bringing, I wonder? DAV. Why nothing but what I heard him mention. SIM. What does he say then? DAV. That he knows Glycerium to be a citizen of Attica. SIM. (_going to his door._) Ho there! Dromo, Dromo! SCENE III. _Enter DROMO hastily from the house._ DRO. What is it? SIM. Dromo! DAV. Hear me. SIM. If you add a word-- Dromo! DAV. Hear me, pray. DRO. (_to SIMO._) What do you want? SIM. (_pointing to DAVUS._) Carry him off on your shoulders in-doors as fast as possible. DRO. Whom? SIM. Davus. DAV. For what reason? SIM. Because I choose. (_To DROMO._) Carry him off, I say. DAV. What have I done? SIM. Carry him off. DAV. If you find that I have told a lie in any one matter, {then} kill me. SIM. I’ll hear nothing. I’ll soon have you set in motion.[89] DAV. {What?} Although this is the truth. SIM. In spite of it. (_To DROMO._) Take care he’s kept well secured; and, do you hear? Tie him up hands and feet together.[90] Now then, be off; upon my faith this very day, if I live, I’ll teach you what hazard there is in deceiving a master, and him {in deceiving} a father. (_DROMO leads DAVUS into the house._) CHREM. Oh, don’t be so extremely vexed. SIM. O Chremes, the dutifulness of a son! Do you not pity me? That I should endure so much trouble for such a son! (_Goes to the door of GLYCERIUM’S house._) Come, Pamphilus, come out, Pamphilus! have you any shame left? SCENE IV. _Enter PAMPHILUS in haste from GLYCERIUM’S house._ PAM. Who is it that wants me? (_Aside._) I’m undone! it’s my father. SIM. What say you, of all men, the--? CHREM. Oh! rather speak about the matter itself, and forbear to use harsh language. SIM. As if any thing too severe could now be possibly said against him. Pray, do you say that Glycerium is a citizen-- PAM. So they say. SIM. So they say! Unparalleled assurance! does he consider what he says? Is he sorry for what he has done? Does his countenance, pray, at all betray any marks of shame? That he should be of mind so weak, as, without regard to the custom and the law[91] of his fellow-citizens, and the wish of his own father, to be anxious, in spite of every thing, to have her, to his own utter disgrace! PAM. Miserable that I am!