With hope, even then that we were most secure,
To have o’erwhelm’d us, nor allow’d us time
To have o’erwhelm’d us, nor have giv’n us time
To cast about which way to break the match.
Cunning old Gentleman!
Simo. What says the rogue?
Davus. My master and I did not see him!
Simo. Davus!
Davus. Well! what now? (Pretending not to see him.)
Simo. Here! this way!