Dro. You shall own that I’m dumb.
Clinia, Bacchis, and Phrygia go into the house of Menedemus, and Dromo follows with Bacchis’s retinue and baggage.
[ Scene V.]
Enter Chremes from his house.
Chrem. (to himself.) So may the Deities prosper me, I am now concerned for the fate of Menedemus, that so great a misfortune should have befallen him. To be maintaining that woman with such a retinue! Although I am well aware he’ll not be sensible of it for some days to come, his son was so greatly missed by him; but when he sees such a vast expense incurred by him every day at home, and no limit to it, he’ll wish that this son would leave him a second time. See—here comes Syrus most opportunely.
Syr. (to himself, as he comes forward.) Why delay to accost him?
Chrem. Syrus.
Syr. Well.
Chrem. How go matters?
Syr. I’ve been wishing for some time for you to be thrown in my way.