Davus. Confusion! how? (Aside.)
Simo. Begged him to grant his daughter, and at length
With much ado prevail’d.
Davus. Undone! (Aside.)
Simo. How’s that? (Overhearing.)
Davus. Well done! I said.
Simo. My good friend Chremes then
Is now no obstacle.
Chremes. I’ll home a while,
Order due preparations, and return.