And formerly I went by that false name,
Lest she should indiscreetly blab it out,
And so my wife might come to hear of this.
Soph. Ah! thus it was, that we, alas! poor souls,
Could never find you out here.
Chrem. Well, but tell me,
What business have you with that family? (Pointing.)
—Where is your mistress and her daughter?
Soph. Ah!
Chrem. What now? are they alive?