Chrem. To buy them——?
Syr. Just so.
Chrem. But I neither give nor betroth my daughter to him.
Syr. But why?
Chrem. Why, do you ask me? To a fellow——
Syr. Just as you please. I don’t mean that in reality you should give her to him, but that you should pretend it.
Chrem. Pretending is not in my way; do you mix up these plots of yours, so as not to mix me up in them. Do you think that I’ll betroth my daughter to a person to whom I will not marry her?
Syr. I imagined so.
Chrem. By no means.
Syr. It might have been cleverly managed; and I undertook this affair for the very reason, that a short time since you so urgently requested it.