Mysis. Where is he gone? (Looking after Davus.)
Chremes. What, won’t you answer me?
Mysis. (Looking about.) Not here: Ah me!
The fellow’s gone, and left me in the lurch.
Davus coming forward and pretending not to see them.
Davus. Good Heavens, what confusion at the Forum!
The people all disputing with each other!
The market-price is so confounded high. (Loud.)
What to say else I know not. (Aside.)
Mysis (to Davus). What d’ye mean,