Simo. How’s this?
Having discover’d such a plot on foot,
Why did you not directly tell my son?
Davus. Who then has drawn him from her but myself?
For we all know how much he doted on her:
But now he wishes for a wife. In fine,
Leave that affair to me; and you meanwhile
Pursue, as you’ve begun, the nuptials; which
The Gods, I hope, will prosper!
Simo. Get you in.