[ Scene VI.]
Enter Davus from the house.
Dav. I was coming to you.
Sim. Why, what’s the matter?
Dav. Why isn’t the bride sent for?[68] It’s now growing late in the day.
Sim. Do you hear me? I’ve been for some time not a little apprehensive of you, Davus, lest you should do that which the common class of servants is in the habit of doing, namely, impose upon me by your artifices; because my son is engaged in an amour.
Dav. What, I do that?
Sim. I fancied so; and therefore, fearing that, I concealed from you what I shall now mention.
Dav. What?
Sim. You shall know; for now I almost feel confidence in you.