Soph. —Her father out.
Chrem. Were’t best
I should go up to her, or wait a little,
To gather something more from her discourse?
Soph. Could he be found, my fears were at an end.
Chrem. ’Tis she. I’ll speak with her.
Soph. (overhearing). Whose voice is that?
Chrem. Sophrona!
Soph. Ha! my name too?
Chrem. Look this way.