Chrem. The names don’t agree.
Cri. Troth, she had another when little.
Chrem. What was it, Crito? Can you remember it?
Cri. I’m trying to recollect it.
Pam. (aside.) Am I to suffer his memory to stand in the way of my happiness, when I myself can provide my own remedy in this matter? I will not suffer it. (Aloud.) Hark you, Chremes, that which you are trying to recollect is “Pasibula.”
Chrem. The very same.
Cri. That’s it.
Pam. I’ve heard it from herself a thousand times.
Sim. I suppose, Chremes, that you believe that we all rejoice at this discovery.
Chrem. So may the Gods bless me, I do believe it.