Chrem. You are a clever fellow; what is it? Tell me.
Syr. I’ll tell you; but, as one matter arises, out of another——
Chrem. Why, what is it, Syrus?
Syr. This Courtesan is a very bad woman.
Chrem. So she seems.
Syr. Aye, if you did but know. O shocking! just see what she is hatching. There was a certain old woman here from Corinth,—this Bacchis lent her a thousand silver drachmæ.
Chrem. What then?
Syr. She is now dead: she has left a daughter, a young girl. She has been left with this Bacchis as a pledge for that sum.
Chrem. I understand you.
Syr. She has brought her hither along with her, her I mean who is now with your wife.[70]