Chremes, Simo, Crito, Pamphilus.
Crito. Say no more, Pamphilus, I would do what you wish either for your sake, or for Glycera’s, or even my regard for truth would be a sufficient inducement.
Chremes. Do I see Crito the Andrian? Yes, it is he!
Crito. Well met, Chremes.
Chremes. What brought you to Athens, who are such a stranger here?
Crito. I came hither on business: but is this Simo?
Chremes. Yes.
Simo. Does he ask for me? Well, Sir, I am Simo: do you dare to say that Glycera is a citizen of Athens?
Crito. Do you deny it?
Simo. Are you come hither so well prepared?