Davus. What! not believe it! as if you had not been told of all this before!
Simo. I told of it!
Davus. Ha! ha! Could you, of yourself, have discovered that this was all pretended?
Simo. I am laughed at!
Davus. You must have been told of it: how else could you have suspected any thing?
Simo. How! because I know you thoroughly, sirrah.
Davus. Meaning, Sir, I suppose, that this was done by my advice?
Simo. Certainly: there can’t be the least doubt of that.
Davus. I’m sorry, Simo, that you don’t yet know me better.
Simo. What! not know you?