Davus. So they are.
Simo. Why then is he there?
Chremes. (sneering.) Oh! he’s gone to quarrel with her, no doubt.
Davus. Oh yes, and Chremes, I will tell you of a most curious affair. An old man, whose name I know not, arrived here just now; he seems both shrewd and confident; his manners and appearance command respect; there [194]is a grave severity in his countenance; and he speaks with boldness.
Simo. What’s all this about, sirrah?
Davus. Nothing, truly, but what I heard him say.
Simo. And what does he say?
Davus. That he can prove Glycera to be a citizen of Athens.
Simo. (in a passion.) Ho! Dromo! Dromo!
Davus. What’s the matter?