Davus. No. I am not Œdipus[87] but Davus.
Simo. Then you wish that what I have to say should be explained openly and without reserve.
Davus. Certainly I do.
Simo. Then, sirrah, if I discover that you endeavour to prevent my son’s marriage by any of your crafty tricks; or interfere in this business to show your cunning; you may rely on receiving a few scores of lashes, and a situation in the grinding-house[88] for life: upon this token, moreover, that when I liberate you from thence, I will grind in your stead. Is this plain enough for you, or don’t you understand yet?
Davus. Oh, perfectly! you come to the point at once: you don’t use much circumlocution, i’faith.
Simo. Remember! In this affair above all others, if you begin plotting, I will never forgive it.
Davus. Softly, worthy Sir, softly, good words I beg of you.
Simo. So! you are merry upon it, are you, but I am not to be imposed upon. I advise you, finally, to take care what you do: you cannot say you have not had fair warning.
[Exit.