Scene VI.

Enter Davus.

Davus. I was about to seek you.

Simo. What's the matter?

Davus. Why is not the bride sent for? it grows late.

Simo. D'ye hear him? - Davus, I for some time past Was fearful of you; lest, like other slaves, As slaves go now, you should put tricks upon me, And baffle me, to favor my son's love.

Davus. I, Sir?

Simo. I thought so: and in fear of that Conceal'd a secret which I'll now disclose.

Davus. What secret, Sir?

Simo. I'll tell you: for I now Almost begin to think you may be trusted.

Davus. You've found what sort of man I am at last.

Simo. No marriage was intended.

Davus. How! none!

Simo. None. All counterfeit, to sound my son and you.

Davus. How say you?

Simo. Even so.

Davus. Alack, alack! I never could have thought it. Ah, what art! (Archly.)

Simo. Hear me. No sooner had I sent you in. But opportunely I encountered Chremes.

Davus. How! are we ruin'd then? (Aside.)

Simo. I told him all. That you had just told me, -

Davus. Confusion! how? (Aside.)

Simo. Begged him to grant his daughter, and at length With much ado prevail'd.

Davus. Undone! (Aside.)

Simo. How's that? (Overhearing.)

Davus. Well done! I said.

Simo. My good friend Chremes then Is now no obstacle.

Chremes. I'll home a while, Order due preparations, and return.

Exit.

Simo. Prithee, now, Davus, seeing you alone Have brought about this match -

Davus. Yes, I alone.

Simo. Endeavor farther to amend my son.

Davus. Most diligently.

Simo. It were easy now, While his mind's irritated.

Davus. Be at peace.

Simo. Do then: where is he?

Davus. Probably at home.

Simo. I'll in, and tell him, what I've now told you.

Exit.