Crito. These circumstances, Chremes,
Were known to many others, then in Andros.
Chremes. Heav’n grant it may be as I wish!—Inform me,
Whose daughter, said he, was the child? his own?
Crito. No, not his own.
Chremes. Whose then?
Crito. His brother’s daughter.
Chremes. Mine, mine undoubtedly!
Crito. What say you?
Simo. How!