Davus. What does he say he has discovered?
Simo. Davus, that indefatigable contriver of mischief, is the chief mover of all this roguery. They pretend the birth of a child, that they may deter Chremes from the match.
[Glycera cries out from the house.] O Juno Lucina, help! save me! I beseech thee[143].
Simo. Hey day! what already! ha! ha! ha! how preposterous! the moment she finds out that I am within hearing, she begins to cry out. Why, Davus, your incidents are not well [144]timed at all, man.
Davus. Mine!
Simo. Have your actors forgotten their parts?
Davus. I don’t understand you really, Sir.
Simo. What an object of derision! what a laughing-stock [145]would this rascal have made of me, if he had played off this fine trick in a real marriage: but now he is shipwrecked whilst I am safe in port.
Scene II.
Scene II.