Chrem. For what reason, I don’t know.
Men. For my part, I wonder at that, when you know other things so well. But this same Syrus has moulded your son,[93] too, to such perfection, that there could not be even the slightest suspicion that she is Clinia’s mistress!
Chrem. What do you say?
Men. Not to mention, then, their kissing and embracing; that I count nothing.
Chrem. What more could be done to carry on the cheat?
Men. Pshaw!
Chrem. What do you mean?
Men. Only listen. In the inner part of my house there is a certain room at the back; into this a bed was brought, and was made up with bed-clothes.
Chrem. What took place after this?
Men. No sooner said than done, thither went Clitipho.