Simo. And dare you ask for what?
Shall you go on thus with impunity?
Lay snares for inexperienc’d, lib’ral youth,
With fraud, temptation, and fair promises
Soothing their minds?——
Crito. Have you your wits?
Simo. —And then
With marriage solder up their harlot loves?
Pam. Alas, I fear the stranger will not bear this. (Aside.)
Chremes. Knew you this person, Simo, you’d not think thus: