Cri. Are you in your senses?
Sim. And are you to be patching up amours with Courtesans by marriage?
Pam. (aside.) I’m undone! I fear that the stranger will not put up with this.
Chrem. If, Simo, you knew this person well, you would not think thus; he is a worthy man.
Sim. He, a worthy man! To come so opportunely to-day just at the very nuptials, and yet never to have come before? (Ironically.) Of course, we must believe him, Chremes.
Pam. (aside.) If I didn’t dread my father, I have something, which, in this conjuncture, I could opportunely suggest to him.[92]
Sim. (sneeringly, to Chremes.) A sharper![93]
Cri. (starting.) Hah!
Chrem. It is his way, Crito; do excuse it.
Cri. Let him take heed how he behaves. If he persists in saying to me what he likes, he’ll be hearing things that he don’t like. Am I meddling with these matters or interesting myself? Can you not endure your troubles with a patient mind? For as to what I say, whether it is true or false what I have heard, can soon be known. A certain man of Attica, a long time ago,[94] his ship being wrecked, was cast ashore at Andros, and this woman together with him, who was then a little girl; he, in his destitution, by chance first made application to the father of Chrysis—