Simo. Fact, I assure you.
Davus. I never could have fathomed this design; what a profound contrivance! deep, Sir, very deep. (bantering.)
Simo. But hear me out. After I sent you in, I most opportunely met my friend Chremes.
Davus. (aside.) How! what does he say? All is lost, I fear.
Simo. I related to him what you had just before related to me.
Davus. (aside.) What do I hear!
Simo. I entreated him to give his daughter to Pamphilus, and, with great difficulty, prevailed upon him to consent.
Davus. (aside.) How unfortunate!
Simo. Ha! what’s that you say[155]?
Davus. How very fortunate, I say.