Sim. Because I choose. (To Dromo.) Carry him off, I say.
Dav. What have I done?
Sim. Carry him off.
Dav. If you find that I have told a lie in any one matter, then kill me.
Sim. I’ll hear nothing. I’ll soon have you set in motion.[89]
Dav. What? Although this is the truth.
Sim. In spite of it. (To Dromo.) Take care he’s kept well secured; and, do you hear? Tie him up hands and feet together.[90] Now then, be off; upon my faith this very day, if I live, I’ll teach you what hazard there is in deceiving a master, and him in deceiving a father.
Dromo leads Davus into the house.
Chrem. Oh, don’t be so extremely vexed.
Sim. O Chremes, the dutifulness of a son! Do you not pity me? That I should endure so much trouble for such a son! (Goes to the door of Glycerium’s house.) Come, Pamphilus, come out, Pamphilus! have you any shame left?