Sim. Why is he there, then?
Chrem. Why do you suppose he is? (Ironically.) Quarreling with her, of course.
Dav. Nay but, Chremes, I’ll let you now hear from me a disgraceful piece of business. An old man, I don’t know who he is, has just now come here; look you, he is a confident and shrewd person; when you look at his appearance, he seems to be a person of some consequence. There is a grave sternness in his features, and something commanding in his words.
Sim. What news are you bringing, I wonder?
Dav. Why nothing but what I heard him mention.
Sim. What does he say then?
Dav. That he knows Glycerium to be a citizen of Attica.
Sim. (going to his door.) Ho there! Dromo, Dromo!
[ Scene III.]
Enter Dromo hastily from the house.