Chrem. (aside.) I’m dead and buried!
Phor. This I shall assuredly now inform her of. (Walks toward the house.)
Chrem. (running and catching hold of him.) I beg of you, don’t do so.
Phor. (with a careless air.) Oh, were you the person?
Dem. What a jest he’s making of us.
Chrem. (to Phormio.) We’ll let you off.
Phor. Nonsense.
Chrem. What would you have? We’ll forgive you the money you’ve got.
Phor. I hear you. Why the plague, then, do you two trifle with me in this way, you silly men, with your childish speeches—“I won’t, and I will; I will, and I won’t,” over again: “keep it, give it me back; what has been said, is unsaid; what had been just a bargain, is now no bargain.”
Chrem. (aside, to Demipho.) In what manner, or from whom has he come to know of this?