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SCENE VI.
Enter DAVUS.Davus.
I was about to seek you.
Simo.
What's the matter?
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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 favour 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 encounter'd Chremes.
Davus.
How! are we ruin'd then?
[aside.
Simo.
I told him all,
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Davus.
Confusion! how?
[aside.
Simo.
Begg'd 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 awhile,
Order due preparations, and return.
[Exit.
Simo.
Prithee, now, Davus, seeing you alone
Have brought about this match—
Davus.
Yes, I alone.
Simo.
Endeavour 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.
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