Now, I am told, ’tis whisper’d all about,
That she’s a citizen of Athens— (Loud.)
Chremes. How!
Davus. And that by law he will be forc’d to wed her.
Mysis. Why prithee is she not a citizen?
Chremes. What a fine scrape was I within a hair
Of being drawn into! (To himself.)
Davus. What voice is that? (Turning about.)
Oh Chremes! you are come in time. Attend!
Chremes. I have heard all already.