Enter Dromo .
Dromo. Who calls?
Syrus. Syrus.
Dromo. Your pleasure! What's the matter now?
Syrus. Conduct All Bacchis' maids to your house instantly.
Dromo. Why so?
Syrus. No questions: let them carry over All they brought hither. Our old gentleman Will think himself reliev'd from much expense By their departure. Troth, he little knows With how much loss this small gain threatens him. If you're wise, Dromo, know not what you know.
Dromo. I'm dumb.
Exit Dromo, with Bacchis ' servants and baggage, into the house of Menedemus .