Naus. I wonder what all this can be.
Dem. For my part, upon my faith, I don’t know.
Chrem. (whispering to him.) Would you like to know? Then, so may Jupiter preserve me, not a person is there more nearly related to her than are you and I.
Dem. (starting.) Ye Gods, by our trust in you! let’s away to her; I wish for all of us, one way or other, to be sure about this (going).
Chrem. (stopping him.) Ah!
Dem. What’s the matter?
Chrem. That you should put so little confidence in me!
Dem. Do you wish me to believe you? Do you wish me to consider this as quite certain? Very well, be it so. Well, what’s to be done with our friend’s[79] daughter?
Chrem. She’ll do well enough.
Dem. Are we to drop her, then?