Cri. How fare you here, and in what fashion? Pretty well?
Mys. What, we? Just as we can, as they say; since we can’t as we would.
Cri. How is Glycerium? Has she discovered her parents yet?
Mys. I wish she had.
Cri. What, not yet? With no favorable omen did I set out for this place; for, upon my faith, if I had known that, I never would have moved a foot hither. She was always said to be, and was looked upon as her sister; what things were hers she is in possession of; now for me to begin a suit at law here, the precedents of others warn me, a stranger,[88] how easy and profitable a task it would be for me. At the same time, I suppose that by this she has got some friend and protector; for she was pretty nearly a grown-up girl when she left there. They would cry out that I am a sharper; that, a pauper, I’m hunting after an inheritance; besides, I shouldn’t like to strip the girl herself.
Mys. O most worthy stranger! I’faith, Crito, you still adhere to your good old-fashioned ways.
Cri. Lead me to her, since I have come hither, that I may see her.
Mys. By all means.
They go into the house of Glycerium.
Dav. (to himself.) I’ll follow them; I don’t wish the old man to see me at this moment.