Chrem. There’s no need to tell you.
Phor. Not for you, indeed; but there’s need for her to know it. At Lemnos—
Chrem. (starting.) Ha! what are you doing?
Dem. (to Phormio.) Won’t you hold your tongue?
Phor. (to Nausistrata.) Unknown to you——
Chrem. Ah me!
Phor. He married another——
Naus. My dear sir, may the Gods forbid it!
Phor. Such is the fact.
Naus. Wretch that I am, I’m undone!