Syr. O no; I’m only going to give you what’s your own.
Bacch. Then let’s be going.[87]
Syr. Follow this way. (Goes to the door of Menedemus, and calls.) Ho there! Dromo.
Enter Dromo from the house.
Dro. Who is it wants me?
Syr. Syrus.
Dro. What’s the matter?
Syr. Take over all the attendants of Bacchis to your house here immediately.
Dro. Why so?
Syr. Ask no questions. Let them take what they brought here with them. The old gentleman will hope his expenses are lightened by their departure; for sure he little knows how much loss this trifling gain will bring him. You, Dromo, if you are wise, know nothing of what you do know.