Crito. At least I think it was Phania: one thing I am sure of, he said he was from[204] Rhamnus.
Chremes. Oh Jupiter!
Crito. Many other persons who were then in Andros heard of these things.
Chremes. Heaven grant my hopes may be fulfilled: tell me, Crito, did he call the child his own?
Crito. No.
Chremes. Whose then?
Crito. He said she was the daughter of his brother.
Chremes. Then she is surely mine!
Crito. What say you?
Simo. How can she be yours? What is it you say?