[ Scene I.]
Enter Menedemus from his house.
Men. (to himself.) I am quite aware that I am not so overwise, or so very quick-sighted; but this assistant, prompter, and director[90] of mine, Chremes, outdoes me in that. Any one of those epithets which are applied to a fool is suited to myself, such as dolt, post, ass,[91] lump of lead; to him not one can apply; his stupidity surpasses them all.
Enter Chremes, speaking to Sostrata within.
Chrem. Hold now, do, wife, leave off dinning the Gods with thanksgivings that your daughter has been discovered; unless you judge of them by your own disposition, and think that they understand nothing, unless the same thing has been told them a hundred times. But, in the mean time, why does my son linger there so long with Syrus?
Men. What persons do you say are lingering?
Chrem. Ha! Menedemus, you have come opportunely. Tell me, have you told Clinia what I said?
Men. Every thing.
Chrem. What did he say?
Men. He began to rejoice, just like people do who wish to be married.