Dem. Pull down the wall: and you, Geta, go and bring them across.
Geta. May the Gods bless you, Demea, as I see you so sincere a well-wisher to our family.
Geta and Syrus go into Micio’s house.
Dem. I think they deserve it. What say you, Æschinus, as to this plan?
Æsch. I quite agree to it.
Dem. It is much more proper than that she, being sick and lying-in, should be brought hither through the street.
Æsch. Why, my dear father, I never did see any thing better contrived.
Dem. It’s my way; but see, here’s Micio coming out.
[ Scene VIII.]
Enter Micio, from his house.