Chrem. (laughing.) Ha! ha! ha!
Men. Why are you laughing?
Chrem. The sly tricks of my servant, Syrus, just came into my mind.
Men. Did they?
Chrem. The rogue can even mould the countenances of people.[92]
Men. That my son is pretending that he is overjoyed, is it that you mean?
Chrem. Just so. (Laughing.)
Men. The very same thing came into my mind.
Chrem. A crafty knave!
Men. Still more would you think such to be the fact, if you knew more.