All counterfeit, to sound my son and you.
Davus. How say you?
Simo. Even so.
Davus. Alack, alack!
I never could have thought it. Ah, what art! (Archly.)
Simo. Hear me. No sooner had I sent you in.
But opportunely I encountered Chremes.
Davus. How! are we ruin’d then? (Aside.)
Simo. I told him all.
That you had just told me,——