Chrem. Ha! my wife!
Sos. I was looking for you.
Chrem. Tell me what you want.
Sos. In the first place, this I beg of you, not to believe that I have ventured to do any thing contrary to your commands.
Chrem. Would you have me believe you in this, although so incredible? Well, I will believe you.
Syr. (aside.) This excuse portends I know not what offense.
Sos. Do you remember me being pregnant, and yourself declaring to me, most peremptorily, that if I should bring forth a girl, you would not have it brought up.
Chrem. I know what you have done, you have brought it up.
Syr. (aside.) Such is the fact, I’m sure: my young master has gained a loss[73] in consequence.
Sos. Not at all; but there was here an elderly woman of Corinth, of no indifferent character; to her I gave it to be exposed.