Phormio | ||
SCENE V.
Manent DEMIPHO and CHREMES.Dem.
What means this?
Chre.
looking after Nausistrata.]
Is the door shut?
Dem.
It is.
Chre.
O Jupiter!
The Gods take care of us. I've found my daughter
Married to your son.
Dem.
Ha! how could it be?
596
It is not safe to tell you here.
Dem.
Step in then.
Chre.
But hark ye, Demipho!—I would not have
Even our very sons inform'd of this.
[Exeunt.
Phormio | ||