Davus. Nothing can be easier.
Simo. Tell me then, does not this marriage very much distress my son, on account of his partiality for this Andrian.
Davus. By Hercules, not at all: or if indeed he feels a slight uneasiness for a day or two, you know it will not last longer than that, for he has reflected on the subject, and sees it in its true light, I assure you, Sir.
Simo. I commend him for it.
Davus. While circumstances allowed him, and while [133]his youth in some measure excused him, I confess he did intrigue a little; but then he took care to conceal it from the world: he was cautious, [134]as a gentleman should be, not to disgrace himself by giving room for any scandalous reports; but now as he must marry, he inclines his thoughts to marriage.
Simo. Yet, he appeared to me, to be rather melancholy[135].
Davus. Not at all on that account, but he is a little vexed with you.
Simo. About what?
Davus. Oh! a mere trifle.
Simo. But what is it?