Davus. E’en call them when you please.
Simo. Oh, mighty fine!
That to be sure is all that’s wanting now.
—But tell me, Sir! what business had you there? (Pointing to Glycerium’s.)
Davus. I? (Confused.)
Simo. You?
Davus. I—? (Stammering.)
Simo. You, Sir.
Davus. I went in but now. (Disordered.)
Simo. As if I ask’d, how long it was ago.