Simo. (to Chremes.) Do you hear him? I confess to you, Davus, that, till lately, I have been fearful, that you would prove perfidious[154ᴮ], like the common herd of slaves, and deceive me in this intrigue of Pamphilus.
Davus. I do such a thing, Sir!
Simo. I did suspect it, and, on that very account, I concealed from you what I will now disclose.
Davus. What is that, Sir?
Simo. You shall hear: for, at last, I begin to think that I may trust you.
Davus. Ah, Sir, you now appreciate my character as you ought; you now see what kind of man I am.
Simo. This marriage was all counterfeited.
Davus. Counterfeited!
Simo. Yes, for the purpose of proving you and my son, and to try how you would receive the proposal.
Davus. How! is it possible?