Davus. Ha! ha! this woman’s impudence is wonderful!
Chremes. (aside.) This girl belongs to the Andrian, I am pretty sure.
Davus. Do we seem so fit to be imposed upon?
Chremes. (aside.) I came just in time.
Davus. (quite loud.) Make haste, and take the brat from our door. (Aside to Mysis.) Don’t stir a step.
Mysis. The deuce [176]take you, fellow, for terrifying me in this manner.
Davus. Do you hear me or not?
Mysis. What do you want?
Davus. What! must I tell you again! whose child have you brought here? Answer me.
Mysis. You know well enough whose child it is.