Mysis. O! impudent fellow!
Davus. ’Tis true: I saw old Canthara, with something under her cloak[178].
Mysis. Thank Heaven, that there were some free women present when my mistress was delivered[179ᴬ].
Davus. She knows little of the man she wants to practise these tricks upon: do you think that if Chremes saw this child before our door, he would refuse us his daughter on that account? I say he would give her more willingly.
Chremes. (aside.) Not he, indeed.
Davus. And, to be short with you, that you may understand me at once, if you don’t take away the child instantly, I’ll roll him into the middle of the street, and you, Madam, into the kennel.
Mysis. [179ᴮ]By Pollux, fellow, you are drunk.
Davus. One falsehood brings on another: [180]I hear it whispered about, that she is a citizen of Athens.
Chremes. (aside.) How!
Davus. And that he will be compelled to marry her[181].