Syr. You are surely joking.
Chrem. This ought to have been done by him, Syrus.
Syr. How now—pray, do you commend servants, who deceive their masters?
Chrem. Upon occasion—I certainly do commend them.
Syr. Quite right.
Chrem. Inasmuch as it often is the remedy for great disturbances. Then would this man’s only son have staid at home.
Syr. (aside.) Whether he says this in jest or in earnest, I don’t know; only, in fact, that he gives me additional zest for longing still more to trick him.
Chrem. And what is he now waiting for, Syrus? Is it until his father drives him away from here a second time, when he can no longer support her expenses?[63] Has he no plot on foot against the old gentleman?
Syr. He is a stupid fellow.
Chrem. Then you ought to assist him—for the sake of the young man.