What kept you there so long then?
Chrem. A disease.
Dem. How came it? what disease?
Chrem. Is that a question?
Old age itself is a disease.—However,
The master of the ship, who brought them over,
Inform’d me of their safe arrival hither.
Dem. Have you heard, Chremes, of my son’s misfortune
During my absence?
Chrem. Aye; and it confounds me.