Chrem. An unfortunate thing!
Soph. As for me, being a lone old woman, in want, and unknown, I contrived, as well as I could, to get the young woman married to the young man who is master of this house (pointing).
Chrem. What! to Antipho?
Soph. The very same, I say.
Chrem. What? Has he got two wives?
Soph. Dear no, prithee, he has only got this one.
Chrem. What about the other one that’s called his relative?
Soph. Why, this is she.
Chrem. What is it you say?
Soph. It was done on purpose, in order that her lover might be enabled to marry her without a portion.