Davus. (to himself.) By virtue of the stranger’s assistance, and my sovereign skill and ingenuity.
Simo. What’s the matter now?
Davus. (to himself.) I never saw any man arrive more opportunely.
Simo. Whom is this rascal praising?
Davus. (to himself.) All now is safe.
Simo. What hinders me from speaking to him?
Davus. (aside.) ’Tis my master, what shall I do?
Simo. (sneering.) God save you, worthy Sir.
Davus. Oh! Simo, and our Chremes, all things are now prepared within.
Simo. You’ve taken good care, no doubt!